two days later, i finally call home.
both my parents and little sister are extra chirpy.
they ask about my life, why i didn't take my phone.
i tell them that i lost it and that i'm just lovely.
all lies.
parents live for the ones painted white.
i tell them i love them and that if i need them, i'll call.
not like they had a choice; used a public telephone box.
a few days after, i watch some mockingjay movie.
probably should've watched the others to understand the story.
but it was interesting, distracting.
safer than clubbing...
as i'm walking back to my new home, phone rings.
it's a private number.
i'm in no position to not answer the damn thing.
might even make friends with a murderer...
long as he doesn't kill me.
or she.
answer it. "hello?"
"s'dan. hey, demi."
"uh-huh, hi, how's it goin'?"
"i'm in india. it's great. do you have a minute? you busy?"
"no, i'm walking. alone."
"isn't it dark?"
"yeah, why?" i laugh.
"well, brilliant. at least you're on the phone if someone attacks you."
"what is this about? i'm confused."
"it's about, eh, that night. i think you have a problem."
"excuse me? that's—no, i. i have to go."
and this time,
i hang up.
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true story: i did watch catching fire without seeing the hunger games and fell in love, even though i didn't really get the entirety of it. so i watched the first and read the first two books quickly, then watched catching fire a again and then i read mockingjay right after. but i still haven't seen the first part bc i want to watch them together (which is this year, sad but exciting!). sorry, lots of rando wtf cares info. vote & ttys! x
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