I Can't Find My {S O U L} [ani]
May 8, 2015 16:48:09 GMT -5
Post by pup on May 8, 2015 16:48:09 GMT -5
T O Y O T A
My small, slender hands work around the small little toy I am making. I don't feel like working on engines right now. They cost my hands in the grease I love but my heart still feels void from two years ago when Kia was struck down. I still feel like I was an awful sister. I shouldn't have hid behind Porsche's back all the time. I should have been braver and started stood up for my brother. I should have at least volunteered for the girl's place so Often could be with him as he died. I still hate the person who killed him. I wish I was the one who killed her.
I move my aching hands away from my creation. I have always been good at making little toys that pop and move that make me grin. I look at it now, a little toy car with small buttons on it. I press one of the buttons and it starts to roll quickly across my desk. I reach out and grab it before it can fall off. I add it to the pile of toys I'm going to bring into town. Mr. soul may be amazingly rich, but I have seen how others in the district aren't as lucky as I am to have been adopted by him.
Occasionally I bring the toys I make down to the little kids who can't afford their own. And even if they don't want to play with the toys, they can sell them for something usefull like food and clean water. I move all the toys I have made recently into a small plastic bag. I lean back in my chair and sigh... then I start to sob quietly. Making toys take my mind off the awful things that are happening, but it isn't long after the toy is finished that it seeps back into my mind.
In the background of my quiet sobbing I hear a knock on the door. I sniffle for a moment before saying quietly, "Come in." I hope it isn't Mr. soul coming in to lecture me on how to make an engine again. I already know. I just hope whoever it is goes away soon.
I move my aching hands away from my creation. I have always been good at making little toys that pop and move that make me grin. I look at it now, a little toy car with small buttons on it. I press one of the buttons and it starts to roll quickly across my desk. I reach out and grab it before it can fall off. I add it to the pile of toys I'm going to bring into town. Mr. soul may be amazingly rich, but I have seen how others in the district aren't as lucky as I am to have been adopted by him.
Occasionally I bring the toys I make down to the little kids who can't afford their own. And even if they don't want to play with the toys, they can sell them for something usefull like food and clean water. I move all the toys I have made recently into a small plastic bag. I lean back in my chair and sigh... then I start to sob quietly. Making toys take my mind off the awful things that are happening, but it isn't long after the toy is finished that it seeps back into my mind.
In the background of my quiet sobbing I hear a knock on the door. I sniffle for a moment before saying quietly, "Come in." I hope it isn't Mr. soul coming in to lecture me on how to make an engine again. I already know. I just hope whoever it is goes away soon.
Sage
