Hush Little Baby Don't Say a Word [Cass/OPEN]

“Fuck you!” Her shrill scream echoed against the silence of the streets. Her slender, but powerful profile stood strong, her shoulders hunched by rage, her gaze glued to the door in front of her. It was closed, but for a brief moment it opened and a flash of the inside was seen. It was a rich house, the outside covered by a layer of thick white paint, the garden was littered with bright white flowers that stuck out in great contrast against the white background. A gentle breeze sent the flowers titling to there left before springing back up to face the sun that stood high in the sky. The only problem with this perfect picture was the girl that stood, screaming at the door. Her eyes filled with hate and pain as she stared eyeing the door as a tall figure filled its frame. “You’re a bitch, a slut and a rude piece of shit. If I ever see you near this house again I will get the Peacekeepers to come and dispose of you!” Filled with just as much hate came the pestering, high and delicate voice of Nolla’s mother. She stared at her daughter calmly, her mouth was set in a firm line and her arms were crossed over her chest in determination.

”Fuck you, mum. You’re a whore and a bitch, I’m not the one who slept with that idiot, and I’m not the one keeping it from father. You are, you old cow.” She screams at her mum. “Talk to me like that again and you will never see me or your father again.” Her response was ice cold and for a moment Nolla hesitated, this was her only home, she was a stuck up snobby girl who id not have a job, she did not know how to make money or really live without shelter and what her parents provided for her. She bit her lip as tears sprung to her eyes, she looked at the woman she had grown up with all her life, the lady she had trusted and thought would be there with her forever, no matter what happened. She took Nolla every day to training, her mother watched her and even gave her tips here and there, her mother meant so much to her, not anymore. “Well, you made that choice already. You fucked with that other man. You already tore him away, and he doesn’t even know. You chose to go off with him and do all that shit with him, right under his nose. So yes, you are a whore.”

Her mother looked at her with a pained expression. A tear slid down her cheek, before she wiped it away roughly and stared at her daughter. She took a deep breath before stepping back into the house, grabbing a small bag and chucking it as hard as she could at Nollamara. Nolla let it fall with a dull thump beside her. Small streaks of dust filled air rose above and around it, before once more collapsing to the ground and settling onto the ground. The door in front of her slammed shut and she flinched as the sound echoed in the street, her ranting filled her mind as she picked up her bag with an annoyed sigh. She glared down at the dirt, her anger bubbled beneath her skin and threatened to over spill its boundaries and pour itself onto the ground where she would hit and scream and kick at anything, something, just to let it out, before there was too much. She stomped down the road, she had no clue where she was going or what she was going to do. Her mum had just kicked her out of the fucking house. Just because Nolla knew she had cheated on dad and slept with that old cow. Frustrated she let out a growl and kicked a rock unfortunate to be too close to her and her anger.

”Screw life.” She muttered vehemently. She turned down the next street, the gentle chatter of a few Mockingjays drawing some rage from her. For a brief moment she listened, closing her eyes and trying to let her loathing leave, trying to let it not control her in a fit of blind rage that was never good. Another angry voice called out in the sweet silence of the bird’s song. Nolla’s eyes snapped open and she glared at the perpetrator. He seemed flustered and acted very aggressively towards the young birds, birds that she liked, very much. “Fuck, man. Why are you so scared of a bird?”