no fear of being alone. [ellis jb oneshots]
Feb 7, 2022 21:39:35 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Feb 7, 2022 21:39:35 GMT -5
tw: mentions of suicide
I had torn apart the Justice Building.
The lamp that sat on the end table shattered beneath my suede shoes, the pillow on the red velvet couch erupted with stuffing at the fate of my desperate claws. What one might've been the nicest room in District Twelve had turned into a war zone, yet I had raised the white flag as I sat on the floor, panting and defeated.
"Oi," a Peacekeeper peaked in, "you ready to behave?" A voice inside of me told me to shake my head, to lunge towards him and focus all of my rage towards him, making him pay for the fate I didn't deserve. But if I had learned something from my years in District Twelve was that Peacekeepers were nothing but Capitol brown-nosing traitors who needed to fuel their raging superiority complexes somehow, and that they wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through my brain.
Yet, somehow the imagery of my brains splattered on the floral walls of the Justice Building still seemed like a better conclusion to my story.
But that was yet another thing I had learned about District Twelve.
The more of a fight you put up, the worse they'll torture you. A drip from the cracked ceiling that never stopped - the maddening sound of water trickling down onto your forehead until your brain drove you into a fit of hysteria. The Capitol was good at those sorts of things - the things Petra had warned me about if my crime spree was ruined by Peacekeeper intervention.
So out of defeat, I let out a sigh and nodded. I had never felt so powerless in my life.
But then the Peacekeeper moved aside to reveal my sister, and I sprang to my feet.
