Tears [Ani, Freshy, and Kendall]
Jul 2, 2013 21:17:24 GMT -5
Post by No tribute[Bray] on Jul 2, 2013 21:17:24 GMT -5
Madison Flowers
I don't pretend that I don't see the faces staring at me as I walk by. I meet each one with hate. They stare because of my shorts. They stare because of my life. They stare because I have it better than them. They act like I chose this life. They don't see it at home. The snot of a mom I have. The people hate me. The feeling is mutual.
I walk by a couple boys. Air kiss, air kiss. They stare at my butt as I walk away. I make it into town to see it's more crowded than usual. I hate people. Normally, he would have come into town for groceries. But since he left, I have to do it. I haven't seen him, my father, in quite some time. I don't know where he's hiding. There isn't many places to go. Everywhere you go, your being watched. By the capitol, by the peacekeepers, by everyone.
I try to squeeze through the people without being touched. Apparently, I'm not doing to good because I end up falling on the ground. I look as people walk by, staring at me in the dirt. They don't offer a hand. They are selfish. I mean, I wouldn't help them either, but I'm better than them. I'm too good for them. I force myself to my feet. Don't fight today. I think to myself. Just one day without fighting would be a dream.
I stop the bakery and buy bread. They give me a burnt loaf. I hold my tongue. At least it's not as burnt at last time. Sometimes I wish I would be reaped, just so I could die. It would be a dream come true. I want to get out of this life. I want to leave it all behind. It's probably better there. Y'know, dead. I sit down on a worn down piece of wood. I just think. I hold back the tears again. I will never let her see me cry. Who is her? Her, is me.