Born to Kill |Clato|

Chapter 1

I swirl and turn in my bed in any possible way. I haven’t been sleeping lately, Rilus hasn’t come home, maybe he’s dead.  It would be the better thing, if he dies the district would take care of us send us to an orphanage and, if we are lucky to a foster home.

In district two there are a lot of couples that can’t have kids, and that would do anything to have them. Of course, Cassidy would be the first one in being adopted; everyone loves a sweet and caring girl like her. I don’t think that someone want to call ‘daughter’ to a seven-year-old thief.

I turn around one more time, this time I am facing the window, you can the moon and a couple star from here. I’m sure that mother is watching over us. It would be better if she could actually help us, but I don’t think she can do much being dead.

Somehow I’m asleep, I can’t say I had the best of dreams, the nightmares are back.

This time, is different, the pain is more real. I can feel the needles breaking through my arms, my legs, my body. The cold steel sending chills down my back, just doing everything more painful.

Darkness, cold darkness is all I feel after, everything just leaving me emptier than ever.

I open my eyes heavily, allowing my sight to adapt, I roll seeking to remove the feeling of laziness. I can’t though, something is not letting me.

—“What the h-” — I turn round, just to see the body of the Little Cassidy deeply asleep.  She has so much peace in her sleep, watching her sleeping is the closest thing to watching an angel.

I wish she could just stay like that, without worries, just her being happy. But this is not a happy world, this is a cruel world that doesn’t care about children suffering and becoming assassins just to bring ‘glory and pride’ to a district that hasn’t done anything but hurt them leaving them to their fate.

—“Cassidy, wake up” — I shake her as hard as I could, that girl sleeps like a bear.

—“School is in fifteen, ¡go take a shower!” — The little girl with eyes identical to mine gets up clearly angry and snarls in her way to the bathroom. She knows that if she doesn’t obey they’ll be a punishment. I can’t make her believe everything is color pink, when it is not. Not since mom died.

—“I told you I didn’t want you here when I came back!” — Rilus is here; I locked the door and get prepared to start another fight with my ‘loving father’.

—“You know, it would be easier to do if you came home every day” — I could hear his footsteps coming nearer, the unmistakable sound of his working boots beating the fragile wooden floor, the tinkling of the empty liquor bottles and his heavy breathing.

Cassidy had finished dressing and was curled up in a ball in one of the corners of the room. The last fight didn’t come out very good; I have a scar that will make me remember it for the rest of my life. If he hadn’t insulted my mother everything would be different.

Rilus began to knock on the door frantically, hoping for a response. My sister put her hands on her knees and placed her head there, trying to scare off thoughts, not to focus on the problem.

—“Open the fucking door, Clove! I know you’re there” — his voice was raspy, it seemed more to a growl, from all the alcohol he had drunk.

—"I didn't know you're now a Soothsayer, Rilus” — I said with sarcasm, and a little touch of mockery in my voice.

—“Don’t be stupid and open the door!” — His anger was growing with every second that passed; I knew that it would not last long before exploding.