delta castley{d9}fin/cb

delta castley
district nine
eighteen


Silence. I sit there staring down at my plate of food, not daring to move a muscle. The only thing that can be heard is the occasional clanking of forks and scraping of knives on plates. The tension in the room makes me want to cringe. I finally fund the courage to look up from my plate, and attempt to speak. My father glares at me before I have a chance to say anything, and my mother looks at him, begging for him to remain silent. Her eyes are filled with tears, but she does not weep. They've been fighting again, I can tell and so can my siblings, because they remain quiet as well. They won't say about what, but I can tell it's about me, it's always about me. Me with my light hair compared to everyone's dark, it's so obvious how different I really am. My mom has always denied it of course, but my dad has always had his suspicions. I've known. She didn't even have to tell me, it's just a feeling. Maybe she finally admitted it to him. She must have, I've never seen him look at me with so much hatred before. So I don't say a word, instead I look back down and continue to stare at my food. Maybe it's better if I just continue to remain silent.