little but bright // [windy]
Jan 19, 2019 17:59:00 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Jan 19, 2019 17:59:00 GMT -5
I started chewing on the skin around my nails by the time we hit district eight. The train moved so quickly it didn't give any of us enough time to think about life would be now. Just like that two more tributes gone back into a world so alien to my own. Peering out the windows of the train car, I tried to memorize the buildings and features we passed so that I could imagine where everyone else was. District One was gorgeous and neat, with paved streets and painted store fronts. District Two was well organized, with mountain peaks poking up behind it. Each area had its own flavor and style. The doors would open and as everyone got final hugs and goodbyes in, the rush of air would bring all sorts of smells. Four smelled like salt, and nine smelled like burning hair. I liked seven the most. It smelled like earth and campfires.
I wondered if I would recognize the smell of my own home or if my time away would only make it smell like cow shit.
Standing with Enzo and Mace, I waited in front of the doors. There wasn't as many tributes to say farewell to now. Only four would be left after us. The train was mostly quiet now, after the loud rambunctious first days where everyone was still around and the looming thoughts of the future were easily swatted away.
I swallowed hard, tugging the sleeves of my jacket down over my fists trying to hide my abused fingers from my own teeth. They had use done up to go home. Nothing expensive the stylist had said you may be alive but you're not a Victor.
Finally, the train pulled to a halt without jarring its occupants and the metal doors slid open.
Cameras flashed and voices raised as we were revealed. I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the lights, searching the crowd for familiar faces.
And I found them.
My mother and father, in their work clothes, standing close to the platform and in between them:
"Kahinta."
Emotion surged in my chest and I threw myself off the train, boots slipping against the gravel below the tracks as I ran towards her. I pulled her close, hugging her frame to mine. She was thin and bony and a terrible person to share a bed with, but she was here and close.
And finally I was with her again.
"I missed you," it came out choked and fractured. I burrowed my face into her hair in an attempt to hide my tears. I'd already cried plenty on camera, I didn't need any more of them aired to the country. "I missed you so much."
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