Never Ending Grey {OPEN}
Dec 14, 2012 19:58:10 GMT -5
Post by ali on Dec 14, 2012 19:58:10 GMT -5
Daria Staite lay under her covers- hoping her father was gone. It was coming up to 8am and if he hadn’t left then that meant he was drunk, awake and she was in danger. Her breath was steady as she waited patiently, to feel the house vibrate slightly as a door close or to feel a coolness of a breeze as a door was opened. She paused before peering out from under the covers and out her bedroom window; sure enough her father strode away from the house dressed in his peacekeepers uniform. She let out a sigh of relief as she sat back down of her bed- she was safe for now, safe from her father’s malicious intent to harm her; at least until this evening when he would return, consume a third of a bottle of vodka before making his move on her. Her body convulsed at the thought of what he may do to her- and she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind like someone brushing the dust under the rug.
Winter had finally set in in District 4- a fact Daria was quite happy about. If anything she loved summer but often she loved winter just as much. It did not often snow here, but the frost that covered the trees making them seem like ice sculptures carved across the land was one of the most beautiful things to Daria. Today looked cold, just as the day before had and the day before that, so Daria took time choosing what layers to wear before she even dared ventured outside; though she tried to avoid as much wool as she could because it often irritated her bruised and scared skin- today was no exception, she looked like a painting someone had done in a hurry and with a variety of shades of purple. Luckily for her, she covered most of her skin with the duffle coat she owned, as well as the tights she had slipped on under her dress; yet a few bruises, on her neck in particular, where still visible. Brushing her hair back with her fingers, she hurried downstairs and out the front door.
The frost crunched beneath her feet as she scurried across the grass towards the sand dunes. There was nothing better in her opinion, than walking along the beach front on a cold winter’s day- with no one to disturb you or point a finger at you because you were different. The sea air was also refreshing, in spirit and mind and it made Daria feel at peace and free from the horrors of home life; even though she knew deep down what she would have to face when she got home. She scrambled up the dune and looked over the sea- how far the greyness stretched until it met the greyness of the sky. It was on days like these when it was hard to tell where the world ended and the sky began- it just seemed to go on forever and ever today. Daria closed her eyes and imagined a better place beyond the edge of the sky- where people were not cruel to one another and she would be free from her father. She knew that place was impossible to get to- that there was nowhere else other than Panem; that the only way to escape this life was death.
