Bitter Cold // open
Jan 19, 2014 17:19:31 GMT -5
Post by Pumpkiny on Jan 19, 2014 17:19:31 GMT -5
HAPPINESS IS FLEETING
Andesite Teslan
DISTRICT5 | FOURTEEN | FEMALE
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Andesite Teslan
DISTRICT5 | FOURTEEN | FEMALE
Cold. It is cold, cold, cold in District Five, all the time, or so it seems. And it’s especially true today. As snow lightly lands on my head, the frigid air claws at the skin on my face, as though trying to maul me to death with its icy bite. But I do not slow. I cannot be hasty, if I want to make it home by nightfall. Curfew in D5 is strictly enforced.
I continue along the uneven streets that lead to my raggedy neighborhood, struggling with the load of logs I carry. The snowfall is getting heavier, and the skies are getting darker by the second. But I can’t focus on that right now, instead turning my attention back to the logs. I only have three more miles to go...
“Dang, I’m lucky to have these.” I whisper to myself, smiling a little to keep my spirits up. It’s true. At the marketplace, where I had used up the last of my money, I was lucky enough to get the last bundle of logs, despite the long line, and that-
“HEY!”
A voice jerks me from my daydreaming, however faint the cry is. I turn around to see a little boy, one that can’t be more than nine or ten, running up to me, a boy with a raggedy coat similar to mine. He has beady eyes that stare at me with longing.
“May I help you?” I ask impatiently. “Are you lost?”
“I’m not lost, but yeah, you can help me.” The boy grins. “You see, you’ve got something I want.”
I open my mouth to respond, but before the words even have a chance to come out, he punches me in the face, between my eyes, with surprising strength, causing me to drop the logs, collapse and blackout, leaving me lying in the middle of the seemingly bare streets.
And the night is closing in.
I continue along the uneven streets that lead to my raggedy neighborhood, struggling with the load of logs I carry. The snowfall is getting heavier, and the skies are getting darker by the second. But I can’t focus on that right now, instead turning my attention back to the logs. I only have three more miles to go...
“Dang, I’m lucky to have these.” I whisper to myself, smiling a little to keep my spirits up. It’s true. At the marketplace, where I had used up the last of my money, I was lucky enough to get the last bundle of logs, despite the long line, and that-
“HEY!”
A voice jerks me from my daydreaming, however faint the cry is. I turn around to see a little boy, one that can’t be more than nine or ten, running up to me, a boy with a raggedy coat similar to mine. He has beady eyes that stare at me with longing.
“May I help you?” I ask impatiently. “Are you lost?”
“I’m not lost, but yeah, you can help me.” The boy grins. “You see, you’ve got something I want.”
I open my mouth to respond, but before the words even have a chance to come out, he punches me in the face, between my eyes, with surprising strength, causing me to drop the logs, collapse and blackout, leaving me lying in the middle of the seemingly bare streets.
And the night is closing in.
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