falling from the inside {Sammy Standalone}
Nov 24, 2014 23:08:59 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Nov 24, 2014 23:08:59 GMT -5
Narration
Thoughts
"Speech"
When the sun shined through my window, I climbed out of bed prepared to go see June. Every morning I leave the house before heading down the lonely street until I wind up in front of her house. Each day I spent time with her brings another memory. One where my mother isn't controlling me. One where I'm in charge for once. I got ready throwing on my best pair of jeans and a nice button down shirt one I usually wear for the reaping, but today it's for a different cause. June has been my friend for a while. I've known her since school, but we didn't get close until that evening after school on that bench. She talked to me, and she didn't judge me like a lot of people do. A large grin spreads across my face my little by little as I make sure everything looks okay.
I walk out of my room and head towards the kitchen. Only this time my mother is standing inside. My muscles tense as I look through the kitchen at the door wondering how I can slide past it without her seeing me, but I know it's impossible. Hell lurks through the house with each breath she takes. I hate it here. I hate how she wraps her hands around me like I'm some sort of toddler. She controls my life because of my leg. Sometimes I wish she was dead, but nobody should wish that on their own mother. It's wrong of me, but I don't care. I don't care what's happening because she treats me like I'm an animal. I take a deep breath before stepping into the kitchen knowing she'll hound me as soon as she lays eyes on me, but today I plan on taking a stand and showing her I'm not a toddler anymore. I'm a fifteen year old who deserves freedom.
"Morning Sammy." Her voice caught my ears as I barely walked into sight. I cock my head to the side trying to remain strong. I can't let her control me anymore. I have to show her that I can care for myself. Slowly, I move farther into the kitchen hoping she doesn't say anything else, but I'm wrong. "Where do you think you're going?" My eyes shoot towards the ground. She'll never let me out of the house not when she finds out where I'm going. One of my best friends, a girl, she wouldn't know what to do. I take a deep breath trying to find the strength inside to tell her I don't need her help anymore, but I do need her help. I need her to love me, but I also need her to release the grasp she has on me. I look at her hoping she'll understand. I need her to understand, but the way she looks at me tells me she doesn't approve.
"I'm going out to meet a friend." Immediately she stares at me with her beady green eyes, and I know it's a lost cause. Plus I'm already running late. June has to be worrying now. "Mom, I just want to go out. I want to have my own life. I want to be a normal teenager. I want to hang out with friends." The fork she was holding falls out of her hands as she turns to me. I know it's a lost cause because she doesn't think I'm capable of making friends. I sigh silently knowing nothing is going to change anything. "Come on mom. Please?"
"Fine. Go out."
That's when I heard knocking pounding against the front door. I move towards the door as fast as I can with a huge grin on my face. I fling the door open to find the face of June standing in front of me, but it isn't good. Peacekeepers marched behind her dragging her away from me. She screamed my name, and my mother swung the door open. "JUNE!" I scream at the top o f my lungs as I try running towards her, but my mother wraps her arms around me pulling me back. "Let me go! JUNE!" I shout again as mother pulls me away. I struggle against her, and my eyes lock with June's. Tears roll down my face as a bag is tossed over her head, and they take her away. Peacekeepers running away with her. Maybe if my mother would've just let me out of the house this could have been prevented, but now it's too late.
"JUNE!" But it was too late. She was gone, and I don't know if I'll ever see her again. Tears fall down my face as I turn towards my mother. Fire burns inside my veins turning my face a horrible red.
"She's gone. She's gone."
She's gone.