Oh, yeah. That girl? Her older sister was my old sweetheart. Disappeared a few years back. She's never been the same. Lotta people say she's just in depression. Most people say she's unhinged.
She smiled down. She'd show them unhinged.
At first, she was sorta rabid. She'd snarl at anyone who came close. She used to bite and scratch her mother when she tried to feed her.
She remembered feeling like that. The only reason she stopped was because she was hungry. She may be 'unhinged,' but she wasn't suicidal or anything. She tucked the butcher knife into her bag.
Then she would hole up in her room for hours, never bothering about her mother's pleas to come out and talk.
She crept out of the house, sneaking down the road into the bar.
The crazy little waif just wanders around, staring at nothing. Her phases lasted maybe a year each. Such a small town, everybody wonders what she'll do next when they've got nothing to do.
'The crazy little waif's' new phase was about to begin. She snuck into the bar, crouching behind the counter.
Wait. Did you see that?
What?
I thought I saw something small and white...
She tensed and mentally cursed her clean white nightgown.
Never-never mind.
She relaxed.
What's her name?
Hmm? What?
The girl. What's her name?
Primrose Everdeen.