Tell Me [you] Miss Me {Cass}
Jan 30, 2013 16:42:00 GMT -5
Post by NoireRose on Jan 30, 2013 16:42:00 GMT -5
Akasha Livie Labbinac-
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The day of the reaping always made Akasha hold her own breath, and when it was all over. She released it, and decided to hold it again. Everyday could be the same as a reaping day. Something would happen and she would lose the family she had left. It horrified Akasha to even think of something like that. Losing everything she had left. She knew that she would surely lose herself in a mix of chaos and of everything else. It was simply a blessing to still be alive and to still be able to hug and hold her little brothers. Her baby brothers. The ones she remembered holding hands with. Back when Mom and Dad were still alive. The smiles on their faces. The way her mother’s arms widened and her eyes sparkled.
Silently, she stumbled into the camp with others following her in. The others that she knew didn’t have any idea of who she was. She was the slut. She was the whore. She was the childless mother. She was the person who would hold onto the sparkles that had long past faded from her mother’s eyes. She stared and stumbled into her tent. Winter was nearly over. Something that could be so sweet and severe. Each day ticking forward was another day that she wouldn’t have to worry about her brothers being reaped. It was a salvation in a way, but something that made her stomach churn too. It was as if, she knew that she wouldn’t be chosen to see her parents again.
“I miss mommy and daddy.” Her voice was soft and tender. It echoed around in her head, coming from the mouths of her brothers and of herself. The person she was now and the person she used to be. Mommy and Daddy. Those words were so foreign to her and yet, her heart seemed to flutter at the mention of them. Somebody who would hold her to their heart. Somebody whose warmth she was of no stranger to. Her brothers never held her close anymore. Not unless they were so very cold, and yet they rarely asked her for warmth. Considering how Sebastian was stealing blankets for him and Zanita. It ended up that her and her brothers often got the short end of the stick.
Akasha looked around at her tent and turned on her lantern despite the sun still shining its brightest. She knew her oil would dry out soon, and she would have to hunt for some more, but for now. All she wanted to do was to sleep. She wanted to get out of her restraining clothes and sleep. She hated reapings for that reason too. She had to dress in her best outfit. That outfit that made her look so much like mom. She despised that dress and the quiet comments that she knew ran through Dhaval’s and Muskox’s minds. The fact that she looked like their mother. The fact that they had both died and left so much responsibility on herself. She hated it.
She hated it so much that as she struggled to get out of the dress and away from it’s suffocating fabrics that she heard a nice long rip. She had ripped her mother’s dress. The only thing left of her mother’s. A soft moan escaped her mouth, and a low growl slowly crept out afterwards. Her hands clenched around the fragile fabric in her hands. She would sew it back together. She would have to. Just not now. Now was time for sleeping. Aka crawled underneath her blanket, the cold finally starting to set in. It didn’t bother her too much, but it would eventually. It always did. She would eventually have to go out and find a meal for Dhaval and Muskox. At the current moment, all she could do was lay there, trying to ease herself out of being dazed. Out of the hypnotic trance that had befallen her.