Catalyst -Sammie-

Meera Esha Karishma
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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 4, 2011 16:34:01 GMT -5

Post by Meera Esha Karishma on Apr 4, 2011 16:34:01 GMT -5

Meera looked around her home, wishing there was something she could do about it. The Seam was the poorest part of District Twelve, and showed it. A layer of Coal dust sat atop the ramshackle buildings, and the buildings looked more like shacks than houses.

"This will change. It has too..." She said, thinking aloud. She did that often enough. She was currently on her way to the forest, not for anything in particular, just to do it.

Last Edit: Apr 4, 2011 16:34:13 GMT -5 by Meera Esha Karishma

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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 4, 2011 19:43:12 GMT -5

Post by pikasoccer on Apr 4, 2011 19:43:12 GMT -5

THE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE - 338080 ; THE SPOKEN WORDS - 628585 ;
THE WORDS THAT INFLUENCE - 0E4D4D ; MEMORIES OF THE PAST - 02A8A8 ;
THE SONG THAT INSPIRES - A3D6D6 ; THE THOUGHTS THAT FLOW - 08768A

Soren's gone. Gone from my life. Gone from District Twelve. Gone from the world. Never to be seen, felt, or heard again. Gone from my grasp, gone from my embrace, gone. But the worst thing I can do to him is let him be gone from my mind. If I do that, then I'll never be able to get him back again.

For the past few weeks after Soren's death, I have been trying to keep myself sane. Anything I can do to keep my mind of Soren, then I'd gladly do it with passion. If I mope around the house all day, getting nothing done, I will no longer be able to call myself Sammie Park. I will no longer be myself, and to me, that's worse than losing both Soren and my daughter.

Eva. Soren. Eva and Soren are together now. Wherever the hell people go when they die, I know they'll be together. And that sudden thought puts a smile on my face, and makes my heart feel like a million pounds have been lifted off of it. The smile feels alien, like it should not be on my face. I haven't cracked a smile in months. Each day feels like a lifetime.

When I have free time, I let my thoughts float back to the past few years I've shared with Soren. I start from the time that I last saw him in person, when he was reaped for the Games. I work my way backwards to when I found him crumpled down in the forest, fighting off some unseen force inside of him. From there, I think of when Eva died in the alley. Then I go through the months that were the most enjoyable and the most prominent for me. Not one second was spent apart from each other. Our thoughts, our love, our wellbeing were intertwined. And then, I think back to the very beginning. When I tripped in the forest and hurt my ankle. And he had heard my desperate pleas for help. And I had realized that he was our friend Eva's (we had named our daughter after her) best friend in elementary school all those years ago, who had suddenly disappeared.

I want to relive those moments.

I can't go back to the times when we were children, but I can go as far back as tripping in the forest. I decide to head back to the forest today. I want to go back to the place where I tripped; I know exactly where it is. My mind set on today's plans, I head out my front door and head towards that fence.

I soon arrive at the hole in the fence, and I flash back to that day years ago where I crawled through it. I remember how I felt that day; scared, hungry, and desperate for fun. Quite different than how I feel now. I'm still hungry. But I no longer feel afraid of anything. There's nothing left to be afraid of. The thing I feared the most, losing my loved ones, has already been confronted. I am no longer scared of anything on this earth.

I crawl through the fence, and I notice that it is a tighter squeeze than before. I must have been smaller a few years ago. Still, I make it through with little effort, and I'm standing inside the forest, no longer in District Twelve. Wasting no time to contemplate going back, I make my way quickly in the direction of the root.

It soon stands before me, looking more malevolent than before. It has grown a tad in the few years that have passed. I stare at it, thinking that maybe if I do it long enough, I can teleport myself back to when I tripped. I don't know how long I stand there, engulfed in my own sorrow and memories, but it seems like a lifetime when I finally look up. I heard something. I remember when I was here last, I heard noises too. That time I was scared, but I no longer experience fear. But still, I'm curious what the noise is. If it's something that could kill me, I gladly welcome it. It would take me to Soren, and Eva. Either way, I welcome it to come out and show itself.

Meera Esha Karishma
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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 4, 2011 21:12:19 GMT -5

Post by Meera Esha Karishma on Apr 4, 2011 21:12:19 GMT -5

I smiled, the birds had gotten louder over the last few minutes. Human presence always set them off for some reason. It was like caffeine to their systems, and made them show off. I followed their noise, for it got louder toward the disturbance, and almost dropped out cold when I saw the woman. She was a spitting image of me, until I looked closer. She wasn't as dark, and had more of a feline appearance than I did. Still... she was beautiful.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" She asked quietly, not wanting to startle the woman. She couldn't take her eyes off the womans face. She felt like she'd seen that face before somewhere, but couldn't quite place it.

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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 5, 2011 2:50:58 GMT -5

Post by pikasoccer on Apr 5, 2011 2:50:58 GMT -5

THE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE - 338080 ; THE SPOKEN WORDS - 628585 ;
THE WORDS THAT INFLUENCE - 0E4D4D ; MEMORIES OF THE PAST - 02A8A8 ;
THE SONG THAT INSPIRES - A3D6D6 ; THE THOUGHTS THAT FLOW - 08768A

A sudden outburst of noise startles me, making me take an instinctive foot forward. Prepared to run, I glance at the source of the noise. I breathe, realizing it's just a person. My foot finds itself next to its partner again, and I find myself turning towards the newcomer.

"Yes, I'm okay. I suppose...." I trail off as I answer her question. I look at her again, more closely this time. I suck in air as I realize that she looks just like me. I have lighter skin, but we look like we could be sisters. I blink, making sure it's not just a trick of my eyes or anything.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I know you. What is your name?" That is so completely unlike me, to speak without being spoken to. I'm always practically silent. The fact I spoke to her like that is a rare occasion.

Meera Esha Karishma
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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 5, 2011 4:56:21 GMT -5

Post by Meera Esha Karishma on Apr 5, 2011 4:56:21 GMT -5

"I'm Meera Karishma." I said carefully yet. I looked at the girl, smiling some, trying to be friendly, but I noticed something about her was off, and I didn't want to make her think I was smiling at her to be a jerk, so I stopped smiling, and looked kinda nervous. The birds around us kept making their noises.

Last Edit: Apr 5, 2011 5:05:08 GMT -5 by Meera Esha Karishma

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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 5, 2011 5:38:52 GMT -5

Post by pikasoccer on Apr 5, 2011 5:38:52 GMT -5

THE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE - 338080 ; THE SPOKEN WORDS - 628585 ;
THE WORDS THAT INFLUENCE - 0E4D4D ; MEMORIES OF THE PAST - 02A8A8 ;
THE SONG THAT INSPIRES - A3D6D6 ; THE THOUGHTS THAT FLOW - 08768A

She gives me her name. I had been hoping the sound of it would trigger something deep inside my memory, but nothing sparked. She still looked fairly familiar to me though. Perhaps we had been in the same class in school many years back. Or maybe she's a friend of a friend. Something.The wildlife around us, especially the birds, continue their incessant din. The animals are always so sensitive to noise; one snap of a twig and the whole forest is soon to be roaring with activity. I can hear the soft melody of mockingjays in the distance. They hide higher up in the trees, unseen to the human eye.

"I'm Sammie. Park. Sammie Park." I introduce myself rather dumb-like. Where had my confidence gone over the years? As a small child, I was always the loud, outgoing, confident one. But as the years progressed I seem to have lost those qualities.

Meera Esha Karishma
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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 5, 2011 19:50:28 GMT -5

Post by Meera Esha Karishma on Apr 5, 2011 19:50:28 GMT -5

I blinked at the girls introduction, but made it look like I was blinking a bug out of my eye. I looked at her, and said, "I know you from somewhere... I know I do... This is gonna sound weird, but... I think we're related somehow..." I'd said it out-loud. My suspicion out in the air, I blushed, and hid my head.

I know her... I know her... cousin, maybe?...I thought to myself, looking her in the eye. Something about her eyes set me back on my heels. Something about her eyes made me remember my dad. Our eyes matched.

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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 5, 2011 21:16:47 GMT -5

Post by pikasoccer on Apr 5, 2011 21:16:47 GMT -5

THE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE - 338080 ; THE SPOKEN WORDS - 628585 ;
THE WORDS THAT INFLUENCE - 0E4D4D ; MEMORIES OF THE PAST - 02A8A8 ;
THE SONG THAT INSPIRES - A3D6D6 ; THE THOUGHTS THAT FLOW - 08768A

She suggested we're related. That's an interesting thought for her to express. I don't think I would have ever ended up coming to that conclusion. I take a closer look at her, and notice even more similarities between us. We have the same face, and the same eye shape. We look so similar, it's almost scary.

"You don't happen to know of Jacob Park, do you? He's my father." Woah. Here I go again with my explosion of words. What's wrong with me today?

Meera Esha Karishma
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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 5, 2011 21:27:17 GMT -5

Post by Meera Esha Karishma on Apr 5, 2011 21:27:17 GMT -5

I smiled at her. We did have differences. My cheekbones were more prominent, and my eyebrows were a little bit thicker, but other than that, we were alike. When she asks if I knew Jacob Park, I blink, and blurt, "He's my uncle!"
I smile at her, and say, "We're cousins!"

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Catalyst -Sammie- Apr 6, 2011 4:56:20 GMT -5

Post by pikasoccer on Apr 6, 2011 4:56:20 GMT -5

THE WORDS THAT DESCRIBE - 338080 ; THE SPOKEN WORDS - 628585 ;
THE WORDS THAT INFLUENCE - 0E4D4D ; MEMORIES OF THE PAST - 02A8A8 ;
THE SONG THAT INSPIRES - A3D6D6 ; THE THOUGHTS THAT FLOW - 08768A

Her constant smiles directed toward me begin to make her feel less of a stranger to me, and more of a long-lost friend. She has a strong aura, one that radiates energy. But it also sends off a different vibe, maybe one that isn't so positive, either for others or herself. Her eyes do not leave my face, a sign of confidence that I soon feel myself begin to lack the longer I stand here.

Wait. My father is her uncle? That can't be. My uncle's been out of contact with my branch of the Park family for years. We haven't heard one word from him in what seems like an eternity. No visits, no notes, nothing. It's like he had vanished off the face of the planet. And now stands his daughter before me, and she's even the same age? My dad and I didn't even know he had a daughter. It's completely surreal.

I could make a big scene out of this, I could jump up and down and be ecstatic I finally have a family member, and my age at that, but I don't. What would be the necessity of doing that? I no longer have a family. It's been torn, ripped apart, scattered into a million pieces, never to piece its way back together again. It makes no difference if Meera is my cousin or my sister.

I look up into her eyes again. They had strayed from her face as my thoughts trailed to other things. Her face looks eager, as if it's waiting for a decent response.

"...Cool." Is all I can muster up to say. I feel horrible, really, doing this to her, but whatever. If she cared enough, she would accept it as part of who I am. Actually, if she were smart enough, she would leave right now and never look back, before she got immersed in my sorrow, thoughts, and tears.