{Open} Hiding
Jun 27, 2012 17:02:57 GMT -5
Post by ashton on Jun 27, 2012 17:02:57 GMT -5
"For a moment I want to be free. To know it wasn't or isn't my fault that she died."
Ashton thought those words everytime his father would go on one of his rampages. It was usually over nothing really. The lack of food in the cabinets, how the house was always a mess, Ashton's grade's in schools, issue's with him being around, the list went on and on as to why the man would attack his last and only child. He would often hide somewhere in the house, or just take it if he couldn't run.
But today, he didn't hide in his house. At one point, he ran. From being on the floor in his home in The Seam, he ran out the door. His lip split and bleeding, bruises up and down his arms, on his back and chest. He just had to run...had to hide somewhere else.
Eventually, he ducked down into an alley way between two houses, hiding in the dark of the shadow. From where he sat, he could see the fence. All it would take was to simply dig a hole under the fence and crawl out. He'd love to do it...love to run away from this place. But the peacekeepers would stop him before that happened, the he'd be turned into an Avox and sent to the capitol, or he'd be killed on the spot.
He sighed and leans back against the wall, sighing. His lip hurt from being slammed against the brawny knuckles of his father, who worked in the mines. Freedom was so close to him...but he wouldn't live long in his state.
Ashton thought those words everytime his father would go on one of his rampages. It was usually over nothing really. The lack of food in the cabinets, how the house was always a mess, Ashton's grade's in schools, issue's with him being around, the list went on and on as to why the man would attack his last and only child. He would often hide somewhere in the house, or just take it if he couldn't run.
But today, he didn't hide in his house. At one point, he ran. From being on the floor in his home in The Seam, he ran out the door. His lip split and bleeding, bruises up and down his arms, on his back and chest. He just had to run...had to hide somewhere else.
Eventually, he ducked down into an alley way between two houses, hiding in the dark of the shadow. From where he sat, he could see the fence. All it would take was to simply dig a hole under the fence and crawl out. He'd love to do it...love to run away from this place. But the peacekeepers would stop him before that happened, the he'd be turned into an Avox and sent to the capitol, or he'd be killed on the spot.
He sighed and leans back against the wall, sighing. His lip hurt from being slammed against the brawny knuckles of his father, who worked in the mines. Freedom was so close to him...but he wouldn't live long in his state.
