Empty (Open)

[Morgana]

~Savannah Kemping~

Empty. That was all her life was, all it had been for the last year. You promised. You promised, but you never came back. Never. Savannah had long since given up hope that her brother Redge would ever come back. It had been a year since he had left, and there was no hint of him returning. She sighed and pulled herself out of bed. After making breakfast, she reached for her pad of paper and pencil, her only means of communication. She was running low on paper. She needed money. Money for food and money for paper, and for whatever else she might need. Maybe she could get a job on some ranch now.

As Savannah pulled on her coat, she wondered when all those people from District Five would be arriving. Well, not all of them would come, of course, but there had to be somebody, right?

The streets were crowded today. People and noises crowded around her, filling her ears, exploding in her brain. The noise was comforting. With all that sound in her head, there was less room for thoughts. Less room for hurt and pain. She didn't need Redge anyways. She'd lived without him for a whole year. She could be happy the rest of her life without ever seeing him again.

But it would be nice to see him again. To know that he's okay. To know that he's alive.

It had never occured to Savannah before this moment that Redge might be dead. It was an impossible thing. This was Redge, after all! But now that the thought was in her mind, she couldn't get it out. Even with all this noise, she couldn't forget. And no matter how hard she tried to keep this emotion hidden, buried deep down like all the others, she couldn't. She couldn't hide this. What if he was dead? Then she'd wasted all this time being angry at him for no reason, right? Because the peacekeepers had found him and was most certainly dead. That's why he'd never come back. Because he couldn't.

Savannah was suffocating, choking on her own breath. Bodies pushed around her as she stood stationary. People shoved against her as they went to wherever they were going. When she fell, racing towards the pavement, she didn't even try to catch herself. It wasn't worth it. Her paper flew out of her hand and landed in front of her. People stepped on it, and on her, too. They bruised her hands and feet, her arms and legs. It didn't matter. She hurt inside too much for this kind of pain to hurt. She stayed there on the ground, waiting. For what, she didn't know. She was numb. She was empty.

Save me.