Post by wordy on Apr 6, 2010 20:17:19 GMT 10
Title: She Will Be Loved
Rating: G
Summary: Written for the 31_days challenge.
Prompt: #3 - Is it a groove or is it a rut?
Theme: Tris.
She had overheard them talking, again. Aunt Uraelle was their last resort, her cousin had said. The very thought of living with that mean, fussy old woman made Tris’s skin prickle all over. She rubbed her nose with a sniff, trying to calm down. It wouldn’t do if she came down with another fever, on top of everything that had happened lately. Her head was already aching, and she felt clammy all over her arms.
Wiping the back of her hand against her eyes, she tucked her legs underneath her skirts and let her head fall onto her knees. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes to roll down her pale cheeks, her hair hiding her face. Not that it mattered if anyone saw. No one cared. She sniffed quietly to herself, wondering how long it would be before one of her aunts or cousins would come looking for her. The thought of someone coming and finding her in such a state—curled up in the corner like one of the maid’s dogs, hair wild, face blotchy and pink from crying—brought on another wave of tears and self-pity.
She thought of the small, brown suitcase under her bed. It still had half her things in it, which she hadn’t bothered to unpack. What was the point? She knew she would be moved along to the next unwilling relative as soon as possible.
It was late afternoon by the time someone came to get her. She got up and smoothed down her dress, then tried to straighten her hair into some kind of order. Her cousin looked down at her with an expression that almost seemed apologetic, if it wasn’t for the tinge of fear that crept behind her eyes. Tris wiped her own eyes once more, making sure all traces of tears were gone from her face, before following her cousin down the hall to the dinner room. None of her relatives remarked on her white face, or the way her pale eyes seemed to look through them all. They told her she was going to stay with Aunt Uraelle for a while. But Tris said nothing. And felt nothing at all.
Rating: G
Summary: Written for the 31_days challenge.
Prompt: #3 - Is it a groove or is it a rut?
Theme: Tris.
She had overheard them talking, again. Aunt Uraelle was their last resort, her cousin had said. The very thought of living with that mean, fussy old woman made Tris’s skin prickle all over. She rubbed her nose with a sniff, trying to calm down. It wouldn’t do if she came down with another fever, on top of everything that had happened lately. Her head was already aching, and she felt clammy all over her arms.
Wiping the back of her hand against her eyes, she tucked her legs underneath her skirts and let her head fall onto her knees. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes to roll down her pale cheeks, her hair hiding her face. Not that it mattered if anyone saw. No one cared. She sniffed quietly to herself, wondering how long it would be before one of her aunts or cousins would come looking for her. The thought of someone coming and finding her in such a state—curled up in the corner like one of the maid’s dogs, hair wild, face blotchy and pink from crying—brought on another wave of tears and self-pity.
She thought of the small, brown suitcase under her bed. It still had half her things in it, which she hadn’t bothered to unpack. What was the point? She knew she would be moved along to the next unwilling relative as soon as possible.
It was late afternoon by the time someone came to get her. She got up and smoothed down her dress, then tried to straighten her hair into some kind of order. Her cousin looked down at her with an expression that almost seemed apologetic, if it wasn’t for the tinge of fear that crept behind her eyes. Tris wiped her own eyes once more, making sure all traces of tears were gone from her face, before following her cousin down the hall to the dinner room. None of her relatives remarked on her white face, or the way her pale eyes seemed to look through them all. They told her she was going to stay with Aunt Uraelle for a while. But Tris said nothing. And felt nothing at all.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!