A Sort of Reunion [Chaos]
Sept 6, 2010 16:12:32 GMT -5
Post by Meeka on Sept 6, 2010 16:12:32 GMT -5
[OOC: You were warned...]
Kaya Lentach:
I had to fight to keep the tears out of my voice. There was no sense in losing my composure now, here in front of Trig. Trig who was nothing more than a child, Trig who was now my responsibility. "Please go up to bed, Trig," I say. My voice shakes considerably. He's ten years old but he's growing, he's slowly maturing. In the past weeks he's been showing some interest even in his female classmates. The thought brought another lump to my throat. "But, you said I could stay out longer with my friends!" he shouted immediately. I spun around on the spot, hands balled into tight fists as my frustration and anger mounted. "Bed. Now. If you make me say it again, you'll regret it." I point menacingly at the kitchen door, leading up to the stair.s
He throws me a withering glare that brings fresh tears to my eyes and leaves the kitchen. I hear him stomping up the stairs, naturally furious and wince when the sound of a door closing violently shakes the house. Then, I lose my composure that I've tried so hard to keep solid and bury my head in my hands, letting go of the tears I've bottled up. It helps muffle them, it's something I just don't want Trig to bare witness to.
It's been two weeks now since mother passed away. Pneumonia unexpectedly took her and left me in charge. I'm Trig's guardian now and I hope I've tried my best. But it's not easy. I'm so alone and so afraid that I will lose him completely. He's become rebellious, louder, more disruptive. I fear that it's my dad's domestic violence and my mom's early departure that brought on this change. He's too young to have to experience this kind of pain.
Trig, who has my green eyes and my strange red hair. His hair hangs long and unkempt, almost to his shoulders. Mother used to try and cut it but he always gesticulated wildly and said that all of his friends wore there hair long. So it remains. Today was particularly bad. He skipped school, just decided that he was too good to have to learn and when I confronted him about it, he said that I'm not his mother and have no authority and then left the house. I should ground him but I don't have the heart to do that. He's just a child... and he lost so much.
It's been a month since Flight left. I think she might have been taken to the Capitol after all. The thought sends a stab of pain through my chest and angrily I throw a kitchen knife at the wall in front of me. It bounces off the wall and lands, point forwards in the floorboard, where it stays. I choke as another sob wells up inside of me, but I remember Trig who is upstairs and strain to calm down. Maybe I'll try and make some stew out of the rabbit I caught this morning. Mix it with herbs. But I'm just so tired. I miss Tammy. But I'm so mad, too.