cradle & all. {lalia}

[{danny}]

chloe anow

rock a bye baby on the tree top
when the wind blows
the cradle will rock
when the bow breaks

Are all people really created equal? Chloe wasn't entirely certain of why whoever said that said that, because it was a big, fat lie. Chloe wasn't created as equal as the victor of a Games - she could never achieve that - she can't even achieve mayor status. So that person who made up that quote, must have never been a sixteen year old girl. "Kelsey, I'm gonna go out for a little bit... See ya'." Chloe said to her heterosexual-companion. As she got up to leave, Kelsey told her to "Be back my sundown!" Chloe nodded and set off to somewhere - anywhere - we should could just forget the past, start all over. HA! If only second chances were real. If second chance were real, Chloe still might want to be here right now - it wouldn't have happened if it wasn't supposed to happen. Shit happens, it's just the people that learn to get through it that have a good life.

Every step equaled a crunch of the week twigs, but every step towards the clearing made a softer crunch - until all she was stepping on was leaves on the ground that were still semi-moist from the snow. Chloe was curious as to life in District Eleven - only going there for the reapings. Never working, Chloe had wondered what it was like in the cotton fields (or for the people that made the clothes). As she approached the district, she could see the stir of people all around her, Chloe's braid flip-flopping across her face like a fish out of water as she tried to find her way towards a clear spot, a spot abandoned by any life-form. As the shy girl spotted the only empty bench - away from the crowd - she let out a sigh of relief. Maybe for the first time in the past hour Chloe will be able to breathe. It was only noon, and Chloe knew how much more crowded the streets get later in the afternoon.

Playing with her fingers, counting the passing people, and humming to herself were how she passed five minutes without getting bored.

And then she was bored.

So what exactly did Chloe do? She started walking again, not entirely sure where her feet were taking her, just knowing that she would arrive somewhere she had once been. Looking down at her feet, she recognized the dusty, gravelly pavement. Then, the grass in the cracks of the black cement started sprouting. Knowing what she was getting herself into, she looked up. There was her house, all pretty and shiny. She wondered how her sister was. She wondered how her mom was, how her dad was. She wondered what was going on in there. Chloe ran away and started crying - pushing past everyone in her path (because the past is behind her).

Finding herself back into the over-populated part of the district, Chloe just sat down in the middle of the street (and people seemed to avoid her - or make an effort to). She took her hair and unbraided it. Then she braided it again. All of her hair was in one neat little, thick strand. The tears seemed to keep coming, even though Chloe wanted them to stop. She put her head in her hands in which her elbows were being supported by her criss-crossed knees (and legs). "Where did I go wrong?!" Chloe shouted, ignoring the stares from people all around. That was a good question, because she had no idea. She didn't know if she was sad because she had ran away from her family, or that her family didn't seem to care too much. Her mom is probably still drinking, her twin probably depressed as anything. And Chloe was a mess. Their family was not perfect, but nobody's was.

Life sucks sometimes.

Chloe didn't really know why her life was like this - didn't someone else deserve this shit? Chloe had never done anything wrong, unless being gay is a crime. She just wanted to know everything, every little thing that was causing this catastrophe. Chloe was so fed up with it - not that she's depressed, but she's just upset sometimes (the days that mean something) - her birthday, her mom's birthday, her dad's birthday, the day she left, and today, when she saw her house again (because it's the things she can't control that hurt her the most). Chloe rubbed her eyes and just looked straight. And she saw

people's feet and legs and their hands hanging down all wobbly and their bags in their hands. (It was a refreshing sight.)

the cradle will fall
but I will save baby
cradle and all

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