Raucous; Open
May 18, 2014 20:44:13 GMT -5
Post by * on May 18, 2014 20:44:13 GMT -5
 Olivia Revenue Age: 15 Tiny fingers run across the ripped cloth of the living room couch. Her honey brown eyes laid distinctly upon the hallway in front of her. There's nothing in the house right now but complete silence and for once, she didn't like it. Her brother had been taken for punishment. Whisked away by those supppose to protect the district from bad. She knew he was a bad seed her entire life. Now, her entire world has beem suddenly turned upside down with the fact that for a limited amount of time, she is now an only child. Everywhere her eyes happened to lay, she noticed an empty house so full of memories. Pictures adorn the walls of the hallway that she longs to walk down. Those pictures of a happy mother with her two children; a boy and a girl. Both of which, the children have their father's hair. The same thick, dark brown with tints of a golden color to lighten it up. Though one picture at the end of the hallway, in particular, the father is the one had taken that picture of that one summer day out in the feilds. The little girl was merely four years old and had a brace on her arm with the biggest smile on her face and pretending to do a cartwheel. The little boy, on the other hand was glaring at the camera it seems. His eyes lowered and his scowl present on his face. It's hard to beleive that those two kids are related, let alone siblings. Standing from the chair, the girl finally makes it to her own two feet and begins walking down the long hall. Her fingers move along the wall slowly, her feet setting the pace as she finally comes to a rest just in front of the picture. Her jaw clinches tightly and her lips move into a small, tense circle as she jerks her hands upward to the picture and jerking it off the wall. She turns with speed and uses the frame like a frisbee, setting it free to hit against the ceiling to shatter the glass. As the noise settles, so does the glassy dust. "Serves you right." Her voice penetrates the empty house, making her realize how much her ears were ringing with silence. She bends down to mess with the frame, pulling hard on the different tiny fragments of glass. One small slip has her index finger sliding against the side of the glass, slicing deep into her skin, but it doesn't stop her. She uses her nail to pull the picture out of the frame and from one momen to the next, the picture is shredded into ten, uneven jigsaw peices and they flitter to the floor, scattering. The next moment, she's up on her feet, using the sole of her shoe to step on the frame, breaking it in two. She only takes enough time to step into her room and grab her old, wooden staff before she leaves her house. She moves with haste with no real care about where she's going as long as it isn't anywhere near town. Her destination is unknown to her, but her eyes keep trained near the woods on the far end of the outskirts of town. She takes a ribbon, and pulls her hair back, tieing it, without reguard to the way it looks. The viper slithers through the grass until she hits the dirt path to an unknown location. |
