is there somewhere / Kay
Oct 24, 2017 14:06:36 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Oct 24, 2017 14:06:36 GMT -5
Miguel Dia
you were dancing in your tube socks
Living in twelve was hard. The fall months started the brutal process of the rest of the year. I personally hated it, but I did have Ale with me when times were tough. I tried to make it work between us, but there were times that ruined me as a person. Sometimes I felt like I was drowning here in twelve. Like I couldn’t breathe because the oxygen was more like carbon and carbon was something that you weren’t supposed to breath. My lungs felt like coal some days, and my head felt like the cold hard cement that I would walk in come October. I hated it more than anything.
However, my heart never felt like that. My heart was always warm, not just because of Ale, but because there were other people I cared about here in twelve. My family was here, and while I didn’t live with them specifically, I still saw some of them everyday. In a world where despair was the name of the game, I found joy in things that usually wouldn’t bring people joy. I knew that waking up in the morning was something to be joyful over. Having something to eat was something to be thankful for. Finding someone that understood you for you was unheard of, but when you did find it, you were grateful.
That was the case with me after all. I found Ale at a time where I wasn’t happy with my life. I hated living here. I hated being poor and I hated things being pulled from under me out of the blue. I hated not being able to provide for a family that tried to give me the world. My mom always said it was because I had a bleeding heart but I knew it was because my heart was also three times the size of others. Well, not literally, but metaphorically. I cared about people more than they cared about each other. I fought for people that didn’t think they needed it. They probably didn’t, but I thought they deserved it. I thought they needed someone who was willing to go to bat for them, and if that made me weak, then so be it. I wasn’t going to stand by while someone was walked all over for the sake of being walked on.
I was coming home from yet another long shift at the mines. There wasn’t much left here in twelve, but sometimes we got lucky and were able to find something valuable here and there. Sometimes if you were sneaky enough, you could pick up something without a supervisor seeing you. However, most of the time, you weren’t, and if you were caught, it was off to the detention center. I met a couple people who suffered this fate but they made it back okay. One was turned into an Avox because he was a repeat offender. I wondered what they did to him sometimes, but only when I was deep in thought. I didn’t care that much any other time. I collected my pay and made my way through the town square.
There wasn’t much here anymore, and it showed. I remembered when twelve used to be a bustling district, but times changed and when the coal mines started drying up, it showed. The capitol stopped wasting time on the district and before we knew it, poor was the name of the game that most of us played and you were lucky to have anything remotely valuable.
I stopped by a vender, pulling out what little earnings I made and pointing to the loaf of bread I saw. Sure, it sucked eating bread all the time, but it was probably the easiest thing to get. Everything else was coveted and was too much to acquire even when you made enough to get it. People always wanted more, and I hated it.
At the same booth though, I saw a book that I hadn’t seen before. I looked at the side and thought long and hard if Ale owned it himself. Of course, I wasn’t sure, so I picked it up and looked at the side. It read Wuthering Heights. I thought about it a little longer and decided that he must have not had it because he probably would have told me about it. I asked how much, and the vendor told me just a little more. I thanked him promptly and smiled as I slid the book into my work case. Sometimes there were good people in the district, but not many.
I walked down the path, sighing because it had already been a long day, but I still had more to do when I got home. However, I would be able to do it in the company of the person that I loved more than anyone else. I felt the dirt on my face and decided that I needed to clean up just a bit before went back. I pulled out the canteen and the extra shirt I packed with me just in case it got too dirty and spilled just a couple drops on it. Water was precious, my dirty face was not. I took the damp shirt and begun to wipe my face vigorously. When I felt satisfied I pulled the shirt away and looked at just how dirty I had gotten. I hated my job, but I needed it to survive. We all needed something to survive after all. Love could only get us so far.
I got to the door and pushed it open slightly, I left it unlocked because I knew that no one would break in. We lived in a little shack a bit away from the town square, which usually required a long walk to the work, but it was worth it. When we were here, I felt like we were in our own little world. Not many people passed by, and that was something that I couldn’t pay enough to have. Privacy. “Ale! Where are you. I have something for you.” I pushed the door open and made my way into what we called our living room. I set my bag down, taking the book and the dirty shirt with me. I walked towards our bedroom hoping to hear the sound of his voice. Oh how I loved it so.
in your hotel room, flashing those eyes, like highway signs.
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