Stealing Light (open)
Aug 17, 2010 7:47:14 GMT -5
Post by Fading In and Out on Aug 17, 2010 7:47:14 GMT -5
{Sorrows rule the night.}
Do I note a hint of sadness in his voice? Yes, I'm sure I do. But then, everyone has his or her story. There's no such thing as a perfect life in District Five. Maybe in the Capitol, people live their dreams, but this is reality. People fade in and out so quickly, you sometimes barely notice them. Death is common; sickness is inevitable. I've learned to just ride the waves and hope they don't crash down on top of you.
Six years ago, they did just that. I was home. I had to watch the farm. Father and Mother went into town. They were at the baker's when the fire started. No one made it out of that shop alive. No matter how much I hoped that they were alive, truth was apparent. They were dead. It only takes a moment to lose your balance and come crumbling to your feet. The phone in my house rung off the hook. I picked it up, so completely unaware. Then the scratchy voice came through the wire. "I'm sorry to inform you that Harold and Rainee Skye were killed in a fire in town. Please come to claim the bodies at the morgue on..."
I don't remember hearing the rest. I shook myself back to the present. All of us had our struggles, but we couldn't let them get in the way of our daily lives. Well, maybe all of us except Clove. She didn't look like she had a care in the world. But then, you shouldn't ever judge people.
I heard Dendro and said, "I mainly have dogs, cats, chickens, and rabbits." They were easy to care for, and surprisingly, fetched a high price. The dogs and cats she raised were very popular in the upper districts, or so she had heard. They kept them as pampered pets. The chickens and rabbits were less lucky.