not home, never home . d9 train thread [blitz]
Jun 5, 2018 22:39:44 GMT -5
Post by flyss on Jun 5, 2018 22:39:44 GMT -5
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Petunia Hudson
She left the justice building with her chin pressed to her chest, lips sunken more into the valleys of a frown than into the crests of a smile. It had been years since Petunia felt this depressed; her mother would not be coming to the Capitol to hold her hand or tuck her into bed or kiss her good night. Instead, the youngest Hudson would be alone.
Alone like her childhood.
Alone like her childhood.
Alone like her adolescence.
Alone like her death.
But it wasn't death that Petunia feared. Petunia feared leaving her momma sad or letting her flowers in the garden box wilt, not going back home in a two-by-six coffin. On her way to the train station, she tried to think of all the ways life would be different at the farm without her: her Aunt Daisy wouldn't have to make two different dishes for each meal... her daddy would only have to do three loads of laundry instead of four... everyone could use the bath water while it was still hot... it really did seem that Petunia being around made everything harder than it would have been if she were gone. The thought of that made her stomach sink to her knees.
Her mood was already sour enough, though, so she chose to ignore what she could. Petunia continued to drone forward, not even stopping to brush out the wrinkles in her blue cotton dress... not even stopping to admire the butterflies that dared to fly by her side. She was determined to make it to the train with as much confidence as she could muster, and for the most part, it worked. Her scowl quickly melted into a passive smile, and her eyes softened from a frustrated glare into an empathetic gaze. Petunia Hudson appeared content, if only for a moment.
When the doors to the train opened, Petunia tried not to flinch at the feeling of cold air on her face. Outside, it was bright and the sun bit into her skin just enough to make it feel like summer. Inside, though, there was no such warmth. White light and plush couches filled her vision; the perfume of baked goods filled her nose. The train's cargo was luxury neither Petunia nor her family had ever been afforded, yet it seemed so familiar. Straight from Momma and Daddy's TV, she thought as the peacekeepers ushered her into a seat.
She knew it wouldn't be long until this heaven was taken from her, but that was okay. Heaven is a place where angels come and go, her momma had said when she was real little, so Petunia didn't really worry much about what would happen when they reached the Capitol. She'd just come back one day, anyways. For now, though, maybe she could pretend that it was home. She could build a family, try to find comfort in the small things... but it wouldn't enough.
Not home, never home, she thought while sinking back into the cushions of the couch.
But it wasn't death that Petunia feared. Petunia feared leaving her momma sad or letting her flowers in the garden box wilt, not going back home in a two-by-six coffin. On her way to the train station, she tried to think of all the ways life would be different at the farm without her: her Aunt Daisy wouldn't have to make two different dishes for each meal... her daddy would only have to do three loads of laundry instead of four... everyone could use the bath water while it was still hot... it really did seem that Petunia being around made everything harder than it would have been if she were gone. The thought of that made her stomach sink to her knees.
Her mood was already sour enough, though, so she chose to ignore what she could. Petunia continued to drone forward, not even stopping to brush out the wrinkles in her blue cotton dress... not even stopping to admire the butterflies that dared to fly by her side. She was determined to make it to the train with as much confidence as she could muster, and for the most part, it worked. Her scowl quickly melted into a passive smile, and her eyes softened from a frustrated glare into an empathetic gaze. Petunia Hudson appeared content, if only for a moment.
When the doors to the train opened, Petunia tried not to flinch at the feeling of cold air on her face. Outside, it was bright and the sun bit into her skin just enough to make it feel like summer. Inside, though, there was no such warmth. White light and plush couches filled her vision; the perfume of baked goods filled her nose. The train's cargo was luxury neither Petunia nor her family had ever been afforded, yet it seemed so familiar. Straight from Momma and Daddy's TV, she thought as the peacekeepers ushered her into a seat.
She knew it wouldn't be long until this heaven was taken from her, but that was okay. Heaven is a place where angels come and go, her momma had said when she was real little, so Petunia didn't really worry much about what would happen when they reached the Capitol. She'd just come back one day, anyways. For now, though, maybe she could pretend that it was home. She could build a family, try to find comfort in the small things... but it wouldn't enough.
Not home, never home, she thought while sinking back into the cushions of the couch.
