cressida stell {district 4} wip

The streets of Four are busy with crowds of people making their way home after a long day at work. Maybe they rush to see their families or be on time for a date, who knows? Who even cares? Me on the other hand, I’m making my way in the opposite direction of the crowd, trying to reach the area most of them probably just left. I begin to rush banging into people left and right, dodging elbows as I go, probably stepping on few feet as well. The glares of angry people follow me through the crowd, most of them probably know who I am too. Everyone knows the Stell’s. If I cared enough to look back I’d see plenty of disappointed faces and some would probably be rattling off a lecture even though they know that I won’t pay attention anyway. A smile spreads across my face as I finally push past the crowd and my bare feet land on the white, hot sand of the beach. I go and climb up the usual overhang of rocks I normally sit on and watch nature take its course. The beautiful rays of the sunset illuminate the sky, filling it with vibrant shades of pink, orange, and yellow. The waves below and birds flying through the sky make the scene almost picturesque. A small sigh escapes my lips because for this one moment a day I actually feel happy, this one small moment absorbing all of nature’s beauty makes me smile. And that is extremely hard to come by. I’m sure to any person passing by this scene would look entirely normal. A normal girl sitting on a pile of normal rocks watching a normal sunset. But I am anything but normal. The people laughing in the streets, their footsteps even the lectures they give me have no sound. The waves crashing below my feet and the birds soaring through the sky are silent. Ten whole years everything has been silent. The only thing I ever hear is the sound of my own thoughts bouncing around the inside of my skull. And that is enough to drive anybody absolutely insane.

I sit atop a cushioned chair shuffling papers behind the sales desk of the store our parents left for us, well actually it was more like we got stuck with it when they left. A few years back my parents just got up and left. No warning, no note, nothing. Nobody has any idea where they went, or are. My brothers still seem to think that they'll come back to us, but I know they won't. I know that they aren't coming back to us because if they actually cared about us in the first they would never have left. I have no hope that they'll come back to us. I have no hope at all. There's a point in your life when everything goes wrong and you have no more hope to give. I was ten, and what started out as a small cold changed my life. The doctors told my parents not to worry, that it would pass in just a few days, but it didn't. Then they said not to worry, that it wouldn't get much worse and they could fix it, but they couldn't. I was bed ridden for almost two months, my parents told me not to give up hope, that everything would be okay, so I never did, but nothing was ever okay again. I woke up one morning and felt slightly better, I was excited to tell mother. She gave me a huge hug and said something, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I asked her again so she repeated it, but I still didn't know. That's when I realized that hope does nothing for you, no matter how much you have.