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[k!ah]

Ariel Porter 

My fingers close around the cool metal of the front door handle, my fingers teasingly playing with it. I wait a moment, anticipation eating out my insides. I knew that in a matter of moment I would hear her whiny voice as she came running down the stirs, her eyes wide wit desperation. She would pull me away from the door and demand to know where i am going, and I’ll tell her and she will usher me back to my room where I would scream at her like a child because this was my life. Always wanting to do something, always wanting to have some fun, but never being able to because I was her life line, I was the reason to why she was alive, if it weren't for me she would be dead ands it hurts to think that she could die because of me… but it was also so conflicting because, because of her I was not seen as a little girl but a materialistic object.

“Where do you think you are going young-“

“Out.” I cut her off, taking my chance to let the door fly open before running out after it, my small feet moving fast until I was a few blocks away from home, my heart racing in my chest, my lungs struggling to catch its breath. It felt so good to run, it felt so good to feel the ash in my chest, the burn in my muscles. Despite myself I smile, my lips curling back, my eyes dancing with a sense of excitement. It felt so good to be free, even if it was going to be for a short amount of time, it was at least something.

I stand up straight, and place my hands on my hips, finally able to catch my breath. I wish it could be like this for a long time, I wish I could be able to run around the district, feel what it felt like to catch a stitch, to break a bone just do things that normal kids, normal people my age could do… But I couldn’t, I couldn't hurt myself… because if i did it would mean the chance of causing my sister pain, or even worse death.

Suddenly my smile falters and my eyes grow thick with concern as I look over my shoulder. Maybe she needed me right now… maybe she was in pain and I wasn't there to help her…. I am torn in two. I should probably go back home, I had had my fun right? I had shown mum that I wanted to be treated more like a person than a thing, hadn’t I? But if I went back now she wont take me seriously. I cant go back. Nope, not yet.

“Sorry Harlow,” I whisper as I turn a cold shoulder on the direction of home, my feet carrying me down the path that would lead me to a new place, an undiscovered part of my home.

[Arrows]

I see everything...
even when I'm high

"Dear lord Prism you are such a damned waste of potential! I don't know why I spend so much time and so much money on you when all you do is lie around getting high! Don't even get me started about how you..." There he goes again rampaging about my imperfections. Well I never asked to be your son after all. Who's thighs I sprung forth from wasn't exactly my choice. As for the smoking, well yeah that's my choice. Just like it's my choice that I am tuning him out again. I mean he is such a buzz kill when I am trying to get a buzz.

Finally the old windbag seems to get the hint when he finally leaves the room in a fiasco. I tilt my head back and snort out a laugh. It really is funny how far from his perfect rich boy son I am. In fact, I am quite proud of the fact I'm not a dick like him. I snort again to myself as I push my shaking hands against my florescent bedsheets to stand up. It takes me a few seconds to decide where exactly I am planning on going then I just decide to go out for a stroll. Who knows I might stop by Ricco's house to pick up another batch. Eh I will see if I am up to it later.

As I open the door to my closet emanating a long eery squeak I can begin to feel the effects of the pot wearing off. Even my vast world of vibrant sounds and loud colors is crashing into a new depressing landscape, reality. "Damnit," I mutter groggily to myself as I pull on an overly large brown jacket with white fur lining. I then proceed to put on some black sneakers and matching black shades. With a pose a glance over myself in my small opaque mirror. "Oh Ripred I look like a complete stoner... perfect."

I swiftly shut the door to my bedroom as I carefully stuff my pipe into my jacket's pocket. My moment of utter rejoyce and highness has officially ended resulting in one hell of a head splitting headache. My hands massage my temples as I walk down the ever so perfectly cleaned oak stairs. Obviously Diamond must have been cleaning today because I can just barely make out my blonde hair within the wood's glimmer.

Almost as if on cue I come to a screeching halt before the front door. Its beautiful and inviting silver handle vanishing behind a mosh of blonde hair. I sigh and look her gently in the eyes, "Now now Diamond let me through." Although the words were meant to be an order they come out soft and airy. No matter how hard I try I can't be irritated at her, not after all the things our Father has done to her. "But Prism I can smell the weed all in the air around you. Do you really want people seeing you this way. You know it will only infuriate Father if he hears of this travesty." Air flows spontaneously outward from my lunges in a long sigh. There she was again using her incredibly perfect vocabulary and being that perfect angel of our Father. My hands begin to ball into fists as visions of what our Father did to her before he realized how special she was. Shaking my head I force my hands to relax and I say confidently to her, "No need to worry I won't go anywhere near where the people Father work with can see me. I will stick to the side streets." Without waiting for her response I bend down and firmly plant a kiss on her cheek. Then in a quick flash I bound out the door and into the bounty of District Three.

The second the crisp Autumn breeze hits me the shackles of my riches vanish. I am no longer richy boy Mcrichpants. Alas I am my own person, just another average bi standard.  A smile begins to creep its way across my face as I begin my emergence into the side streets. Even now at what I believe is only  a little past five all I can hear it the tapping of my own feet as I walk along a spindling cobblestone pathway. Eventually I find myself at a little street light on the corner of two apartment buildings across from a small and completely worn down park. My smile returns to me as I reveal my long and lovely bronze pipe.

In only moments I have the pipe prepared, lit, and touched lightly to my lips. With an uncontrollable eagerness I suck in the sweet nectar air. In only seconds I feel its wave of happiness devour me whole. Then with a twitch of my mouth I release the smoke in a smokey circle. I repeat this enriching process several more times enjoying the circles I create before I turn my head to the sound of faint soft steps.

At first I think I see Diamond walking towards me. However, as the light shimmers across the girl's face I realize it is in fact not Diamond but instead a girl looking strikingly like her. With a slight chuckle I say kindly to the girl with a dip of my head, "Evening," Then once more I touch the pipe to my lips engulfing the dispersing smoke into the whipped winds.

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[k!ah]

Ariel Porter 

Each step carries me further and further away from her, each step making my feet heavier and heavier. I knew that I should turn back, I knew that I could not run away, I could never run away. Running away was not an option for me because running could mean that I could be a killer- and a killer I was not. I pause, closing my eyes, trying to push the doubt that danced around furiously away, wishing that I could be free, free for just one day. 

A sigh slips past my lips and I suqat down, my arms hugging mu slender legs tightly. At this very moment she could need me, at this very moment mum and dad could be searching the house for me, screaming my name, begging me to come, to save her, to save the daughter they loved so much. I often wandered if they loved me, or if to them I was just a materialistic object, something that could been seen as life support, something that could just be unplugged, cause someones life to end with a blink of n eye... and maybe that was all I was. Maybe all I was was my sisters life line, nothing else. 

Slowly I climb back to my feet. Opening my eyes and gazing over my shoulder. I had been away for a while now. I should- no. I should but I wont. 

Silently I continue down my path, my steps still hesitant as i wander aimlessly through the unknown streets of my home. Never before had I even been able to wander this far and soon I found myself consumed with curiosity, damping the worry of home, of my sister. 

"Evening,"

The words slide past my thoughts, brining me back to reality. I blink a few times and see that a boy, a few years older than me, stood in front of me. He nodded his head and brought a pipe to the edge of his lips. Taking a deep breath he inhales the substance which is contained within the objects base, before allowing it to escape from his lips, slipping though the breeze disappearing before me. 

I scrunch my nose up slightly, the smoke having a rather putrid smell. "Ugh what is that stuff," I mumble whipping my hand across my nose. I had smoked some stuff, some weak stuff to detest against my mother, but this stuff, this substance this boy was smoking was defiantly not weak. It was real. 

The thought makes me stilt my head to the side slightly, my hand falling to my side limply. It was real. Not many people in this district were poor, but not many were rich either and only someone with quite a bit of money would be able to afford stuff like that. Suddenly my lips curl and my eyes harden. 

I was not a fan of the rich, after all my family was poor, my sisters treatment thirsty for my family hard earned money. I often wandered what it would have been like if my family had of had money, I wandered if I would be happy, loved. 

"You're one of those rich kids aren't you?" I ask, not to kindly.