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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 5:26:15 GMT
The large decanter of alcohol had been full that morning, at least she thought it had. Either way it was gone now and so was the last of her morphling until her supplier could get more from the capital. He was taking his sweet time with it too, leaving her stranded in the middle of her living room floor, staring up at pictures of her brother. Jeremiah was so handsome, so brave, until those cowards they called a government took him away from her. Sure, she couldn't prove it, but a sister always knows. They had stained their hands red with his blood the day her parents were murdered, and she could see it in their eyes when they spoke. Some day she was just going to stop caring and slaughter them all before they knew what was going on, but today was not that day.
Today she wanted to stare at the pair of matching blue eyes that haunted her from across the room. She wanted to pretend that her twin was still alive and had won the games like he was supposed to, and that her mother was simply down the street at his house making dinner instead of lying in the cold hard ground. It didn't matter what she wanted though, the truth was still there and she couldn't do a thing about it, even if she tried.
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