Sorry! i know its been a while but i just couldnt let this story line go without expanding more on it. I know its short and crappy but this is just the piolet. And i had to get SOMETHIING out there to feel motivated to finish it. So here we go. This is ooc. Has nothing to do with the real hungergames except for i used att the same characters. THere will be much more on this. This is like the back bone to what my fic is going to be like. I hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it. I own nothing!
Brothers
I remember getting the phone call. 8:39 pm on a Saturday. I answered it but was instructed by the authoritative tone on the other end to hand over the phone to my dad. It was the police informing us of my brother's adventures that night. He had gotten high and into accident. He was beingexamined at the hospital but was over all fine. Both of us relieved by the lack of severity in his injuries we were later blindsided by the real damage he did that night.
8:20 pm Saturday: Katniss
Music fills my ears. Radio floods the car. I instinctively sing along to every word without a thought. The street lights fad and the world becomes unimportant. At that moment all there is me and that song. I belt out the singers lyrics as if I could actually reach her notes. And as the climax note comes up I fill my lungs till they feel like they are going to burst. Then let out the same long and dramatic note.
My mother, who is not known for her singing, also begins to wail with me. Only hers is different. It is echoed by something outside of the car. Hers is a little to shrill, but sweet and strong like I was trying for. Her eyes were wild with fear and her hand clamped around my wrist; which I didn't understand until I followed her gaze out my window. The second squeal that my mom was doing her best impression of was coming from a red car speeding towards us. Its tires making futile marks on the ground. The drivers eyes just as wild as my mother's. my last raw instinct before the pain; protect mom. I turned away from the crazed driver and created a shield around my mother with my arms.
8:50 pm Saturday: Hospital
When dad and I walked into the ER we were quickly rushed into Rye's room. He was hysterical. I guess whoever spoke to dad on the phone didn't have all his facts quite right. Rye had a slightly soiled bandage taped to his left temple. Nurses came in quickly after us as he screamed incoherent things about some girl. With a small prick of a needle his words became understandable.
"What? What's wrong are you hurting?" dad came out asking.
"She was so little! And hurt. Please someone! Where is she? How's her mother?" he said quieter now.
"Who?" My father, a particularly interested nurse and I asked at once.
"The girl in the other car. How come she isn't here? Did I kill her? Didn't I!" he got hysterical again at the end.
The nurse answered this one for my father and I had heard nothing as of yet of the other car. "She was put in an ambulance before you. She went stright to the operating room. She is in bad shape but she is as of now alive. Her mother is already bandaged up and waiting for her."
"How hurt is she?" it was my turn to ask.
"Bad is what I have been told. I was assigned to your brother early on and haven't heard anything after that."
"Who is she?" my dad asked the most important question; not that I knew that that at the time though.
"A sophomore at panem high." the orchestra in my head played the iconic duh duh dunnnn... and strung its high notes with, "Katniss Everdeen." At that moment I thought I couold never be happy again.
My brother might just have killed my only love.