A bit of this and that [Kitty]
Feb 16, 2014 22:48:21 GMT -5
Post by Ella on Feb 16, 2014 22:48:21 GMT -5
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brooke hiltseventeen | female | district 12 | jade ramsey[/presto]
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My pale hand wraps around the cold wood of my home. Dumb mom. She doesn't let me in the house most of the time and leaves me outside. Sometimes it's nice, like on Summer nights. But Winter... just a big fat ugh. She leaves me out in the freezing, frigid cold weather to what? Starve... get dehydrated... get frostbite (or freeze to death, tomato tomazzo), or maybe get eaten by wild animals. Yeah, that sounds totally fun! Not. Not one bit. Well, it'd be a nice relief. I'd get tired of being dead, and bored, quickly, though. It's probably boring in heaven. Even if I'd probably go to hell. Hell is much worse, nonetheless. Okay, maybe being down here is better.
Coal smoke makes it's way through my nostrils and down into my lungs. Meh, I'm used to it. Mostly because, A., I live here and B., I smoke anyway. Trade a lot to get them cigarettes, but it's completely worth it. It's an addiction, what can I say? It hurts a bit sometimes, though. Well, what was I expecting? I am putting smoke into my lungs, after all.
I clear my mind for a moment before banging on "my" door, "Mom! Open up!" The hoarse voice that is my own shouts to her. Snowflakes come dancing gracefully down from the ground and rest on the top of my brown head. It sickens me. "In a minute!" She shouts back suddenly. Well, I guess I have a few hours. With her, a minute equals hours and hours.
My long, skinny legs walk my small and tall body over to the frozen wooden steps of the shack that is my house. They bend stiffly until they're in an almost perfect 90˚ angle and my butt is rested on the cold floor. My dark brown eyes gaze around the house at everything. There's the pristine white snow in a blanket on the ground and dancing gracefully from the puffy white clouds. The crystal blue sky peeks out from behind those puffy white clouds, and in one of the few open spots sits the vibrant yellow sun that I hate so very much.
Sounds come floating towards me. Some loud, some quiet, some happy, some sad. The sad sounds are my favorite. They bring joy to my evil soul. Other people's pain is one of the things I cherish most. Everyone should feel what I have to endure. It's just not fair if I'm the only one. There are probably many more who have felt this, but it's different for everyone. For some it's hurting, others loss, and some more (like me) are lonely. Loneliness is the worst, in my opinion.
