The loud, wet rain pounds the metal roof of my house. I watch from a hard wooden chair as the streaks of water fall on my windowsill. I should be at school, not home doing this. Our week of no school due to my fathers death was over. I walked Prim to class, but not before she cried and begged me to stay home the whole walk to school. She walked into her classroom with tears running down her cheeks, but I wasn't brave enough to do the same. I simply walked back home the way I came, and was surprised when the peacekeepers didn't escort me back. I feel like a huge hypocrite, because I forced my crying little sister, who I love more than anything in the world, and I cant even go to school myself.
My mother hasn't spoken for two weeks. She just lays in bed, doesn't get up unless she has to use the bathroom. we have to put food and water on the floor next to her bed that she takes small bites and sips of. We have tried everything to make her get up, from screaming in her ear to trying to roll her dead weight of a body out of bed. we have 50$ left of the 100$ the district gave us. Mother was supposed to get a job, but ever since we have come back from his memorial at the justice building, she has been laying in that bed. I gave up a couple of days ago, and just leave the food next to her. Prim, on the other hand, cries on her bedside every night for her to please get up. She sleeps next to her every night, although I wouldn't call it sleeping on my mothers part. she just lays with her eyes open. Its actually really creepy. I sleep by myself, which actually works out fine because I have nightmares every night and fall out of bed. Sometimes, on particularly stressful days or nights, I wet the bed too.
I decide, since I am not going back to school, to find out how much food we have left. After searching all of the cupboards, we have a bag of roasted nuts, a few apples, most of which are rotten, some cans of soup, and a small bag of crackers. Well ,that's a disappointment. We need a lot more food than I thought we did. I should go to the market right now, but if I get caught out of class I will be in a lot of trouble. The only place to go would be the Hob, but I'm way to scared to go in there alone. I guess I'll go when Prim gets home from school. Until then, I decide I should clean up the house and wash some clothes, since there has been nobody to do it. When its time to pick my little sister up from school. Out of force of habit, I lock the door behind me without the key in my pocket.