Lingering Fates (Pandora[Damen's flashback])
Oct 4, 2010 18:43:54 GMT -5
Post by shrimp on Oct 4, 2010 18:43:54 GMT -5
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~Here is my bio~
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Death takes hold of us like a giant shark; it's unexpected, and nobody's able to do much about it. Sometimes it's slow and painful, like when the shark wants to play with its kill. Other times it's quick and sudden, as if the shark needs to eat, or it'll die itself.
I'm pondering this as I sit on the roof of my house, contemplating taking a sudden slip off of the rooftop, and plummeting two feet downwards to the hard, cold depths of October's wrathful scenery. Of course, the trees have just started to change color; I'd normally find this so beautiful that I'd take out my colored pencils, just for this moment. But I can only think of the arena when I glance at those threateningly bright colors. And Trace.
Trace.
The 56th Hunger Games is going to be a quick one this year. Nine deaths on day one, one of which was Trace's. My almost-boyfriend who cheated on me. Sure, I know that he probably wouldn't make it. Maybe he tried to forget about me. But it still hurt when I heard that he had kissed that deaf girl.
But it had just about killed me when I realized that she murdered him. He tried to flee, but he died before he could get away. The girl was killed a few minutes later, but it didn't help ease the pain.
And now I'm here. Is this what my life has come to? Becoming suicidal over somebody who I went on one date with?
Yes Sundra. Yes it is.
So I stand up, and prepare to jump. But before my feet fly off the unstable rooftop, a thought pops into my mind.
Stop. Don't die. Do the things that Trace never got to do.
The simple seed buries itself into my mind, causing me to simply lose balance. And I fall sideways, into the citrus tree.
But I'm alive. Nobody would have known if I'd died. My family is at work. They'd come back to my cold corpse, bewildered as to why I'd take my own life.
Slowly, I climb down from the tree. I think I bruised my rib. It wasn't a far fall down (from the roof to the tree that is), but it hurt. Ow. It really hurt. And now I stand, at the base of the tree, just looking around.
I start walking. My feet take me there - to the barn.
No, nononononononono-
Shut. Up.
I silently venture into Trace's barn. It's empty - the animals have been put up for auction, or sent to various owners. Only one animal is still here - Cain, Trace's horse. I wonder why he's here. He's a healthy, strong horse with nobody to take care of him. I'd assume that he'd be snapped up in an instant.
I pet the horse's leathery pelt. I smile. I haven't done that since his death. It's only been a day or two, but still.
I walk away from Cain, kicking the hay everywhere. Suddenly-
Is that a flash of white? I reach downwards and pick up the sheet of paper.
Trace, what is this?
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~Here is my bio~
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Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
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Death takes hold of us like a giant shark; it's unexpected, and nobody's able to do much about it. Sometimes it's slow and painful, like when the shark wants to play with its kill. Other times it's quick and sudden, as if the shark needs to eat, or it'll die itself.
I'm pondering this as I sit on the roof of my house, contemplating taking a sudden slip off of the rooftop, and plummeting two feet downwards to the hard, cold depths of October's wrathful scenery. Of course, the trees have just started to change color; I'd normally find this so beautiful that I'd take out my colored pencils, just for this moment. But I can only think of the arena when I glance at those threateningly bright colors. And Trace.
Trace.
The 56th Hunger Games is going to be a quick one this year. Nine deaths on day one, one of which was Trace's. My almost-boyfriend who cheated on me. Sure, I know that he probably wouldn't make it. Maybe he tried to forget about me. But it still hurt when I heard that he had kissed that deaf girl.
But it had just about killed me when I realized that she murdered him. He tried to flee, but he died before he could get away. The girl was killed a few minutes later, but it didn't help ease the pain.
And now I'm here. Is this what my life has come to? Becoming suicidal over somebody who I went on one date with?
Yes Sundra. Yes it is.
So I stand up, and prepare to jump. But before my feet fly off the unstable rooftop, a thought pops into my mind.
Stop. Don't die. Do the things that Trace never got to do.
The simple seed buries itself into my mind, causing me to simply lose balance. And I fall sideways, into the citrus tree.
But I'm alive. Nobody would have known if I'd died. My family is at work. They'd come back to my cold corpse, bewildered as to why I'd take my own life.
Slowly, I climb down from the tree. I think I bruised my rib. It wasn't a far fall down (from the roof to the tree that is), but it hurt. Ow. It really hurt. And now I stand, at the base of the tree, just looking around.
I start walking. My feet take me there - to the barn.
No, nononononononono-
Shut. Up.
I silently venture into Trace's barn. It's empty - the animals have been put up for auction, or sent to various owners. Only one animal is still here - Cain, Trace's horse. I wonder why he's here. He's a healthy, strong horse with nobody to take care of him. I'd assume that he'd be snapped up in an instant.
I pet the horse's leathery pelt. I smile. I haven't done that since his death. It's only been a day or two, but still.
I walk away from Cain, kicking the hay everywhere. Suddenly-
Is that a flash of white? I reach downwards and pick up the sheet of paper.
Trace, what is this?
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