This is the prologue for my new story. Please review if you want more. The itallics are a flashback in case you can't figure it out ;) Any feedback is appreciated it's the only thing that keeps me updating. I know there's grammatical/spelling mistakes just warn me and I will try to fix it next chapter thanks! -Evelyn
Prolouge
I loved her more then the rain that fell from the sky. Some may think that's not a large sum of love, but it is. More then you can comprehend. Rain was the thing that saved my very life when I was three and had been left to die with a nasty infection. My mother never loved me. The rain had. It fell and brought me life, brought me the opportunity to love this girl more then stars and the galaxies, more then the most beautiful thing you have ever laid your eyes on. Lila Mellark wasn't beautiful. People said she was too pale and too thin.
"Oh her eyes are much too large for little face. Her hair is too bright. That child is just sickly." Always too something when it came to the sixteen year old girl. Aunt Victoria always had something to say about her when we visited the little bakery that lay on the towns edge of District Twelve. I knew better then to correct my aunt. She always had something bad to say about someone or another. When it came to Lila, I was always protective. Her family had feed me for the first twelve years of my life, how could I not be grateful? In return I took care of Lila, simple as that. Although I've always made sure to keep it as unnoticeable as possible. Lila was tiny, but she was independent and stubborn as they came. Always had to control something. Whether it was her weight, family, schoolwork, or any other situation: controlled.
"Knighting will you stop fussing." Lila scowls at me from her bed. Her hospital bed. She relapsed again three days ago.
"Only because you're serious this time," I mutter and lay back down all her study notes. Just because she wasn't in school it didn't mean she wouldn't be working at her schoolwork. I can't blame her though these hospitals are a living hell.
"How do you know i'm serious?" This time when she speaks there's a small spark of interest in her usually dull eyes.
I think a while before I answer. Deciding the truth is the best way to handle this. "You only call me by my full name when you're in dark times."
She looks down for a minute, pondering, then nods. It seems like she doesn't want to agree with me. When she's like this she never does. All she wants is to be perfect, say all the right things.
"You've always known me… Knight." I look up, she's smiling (in the sad way she does) and every things okay for now although there's constant chaos all around us. Even if there's the dull beep of the heart monitors and the constant drip of the IV. The nurses filing in forcing jello down a veiny, pale throat and me having to sit in despair thinking her body will shut down. How can this be normal? It's not for you. For me? That's just another saturday.
Knighting clutches the hand of his mommy nervously. No wait, not his mommy… his aunt. He mentally scolds himself for this mistake. Last time he called Auntie that she whipped him with the spoon. She guides him through the crowds of people. Its overwhelming to him. The sounds of the people and all the smells. It just recently rained and the smell of the wet pavement goes some ways to calm him. The mid november whether is chilly in District Twelve and the coat he's wearing has holes. For a minute he feels shame flood through him but quickly pushes it away, this life was a gift compared to the one he could of lived, and Aunt Victoria makes sure to remind him daily.
They finally reach a green shiny door. The building is brightly lit and new, there's windows full of baked goods like bread and cookies. He inhales deeply growing excited like the children he saw at school when they received new clean shoes.
"Come on Knighting look at you, you're dreadful," sighs Aunt Victoria. She brushes back his black hair and mildly warns him he needs to save up for a proper hair cut or she'll do it herself. Rubbing the dirt of his pale face with her handkerchief she finally accepts him to be presentable and they enter.
"Aw welcome Victoria how have you-" The man who was speaking breaks off when his eyes find Knighting. They quickly soften and the blonde haired man sighs and mutters, "Oh Victoria."
"My sister has disappeared. This is her boy Knighting." Victoria pulls Knighting up to meet the man, much to the boys utter dismay, and the blue eyed giant leans down to his height.
"Hi there buddy! My names Peeta. Cookie or doughnut?" He holds out the two options to Knighting, who points to the cookie. The giant ruffles his hair and his kind eyes crinkle as he smiles. Knighting decides he likes this man. Very much so.
"Why don't you head on back and look at all the different cookies. I frost them myself, with the help of the Lila. My daughter is back there, she's four so you guys are pretty close right?" Peeta asks the little boy.
He scowls up at the giant and says, "No... I'm five and she's a girl." Aunt Victoria throws the little boy a glare but the man only smiles and begins to have a quiet conversation with his aunt. He holds out for a while, dusting the coal of his shoes, brushing his hair out of his dark grey eyes. Growing bored with the adult, talk Knighting finally decides to give up.
This was the first time he saw the blonde haired angel, although she was a lot different then. She was facing slightly away, so he only saw half of her face, but he felt his stomach get sick. Her hair was long and blonde. The girl had the most electric blue eyes on the planet, and only tiny specks of grey could be seen in them. She was short and a little chubby but Knighting didn't seem to care. The two awkwardly shared a cookie together before agreeing to be friends. She told him her name, but when he tried to tell her his, she couldn't pronounce it quite right, shortening it to just Knight.
"No. It's Knight-ting," he had tried to explain. She had only pouted and the two argued for a while until she won: by biting his arm.
When his Aunt came to retrieve him he had gotten crumbs all over his torn up jacket. The giant seemed to notice Knighting's embarrassment and helped him clean it off. Peeta and Lila waved as the two left the bakery with a bag full of baked goods and squirrels. The girls mom had returned and the three smiled at him as he turned to look back. When it started to rain and their images got blurry he felt the first waves of relief rush through him… and he knew. He knew they would be his salvation.