Stars over a field. [Night]
Mar 24, 2012 17:10:45 GMT -5
Post by Nighty the foamy squirrel on Mar 24, 2012 17:10:45 GMT -5
All I could think about was my granddad....
I make sure I don't slip on the roughness of the ground below me. Maybe it will all go away out here. The thoughts... My parent's fields calmed me. I loved them, they where so quiet. And secluded. I find what I believed to the center of the field, I sit myself down in a space I had designated before. It was too far into the field for the peacekeepers to see, I thought anyway. I couldn't see any houses. I keep myself quiet, placing my brown. Shabby bag beside me. I had nothing to eat for ages, I could live though. Not like I ate much anyway.
I lay back in my little spot, my eyes filled with pain, I couldn't see them but I could just tell. I bring my hand to my left wrist. The cloth covering it was fastened securely. Good. It wouldn't fall off then. I didn't want to live here. The games, the peacekeepers. Everything. It all scared me. Why was I born here? Maybe I could run. No, I would stand no chance if I did that. With no-one to support me. I place both my hands on my stomach, right over left like always. Maybe I could just stay here. No-one will see me.
My granddad. Despite what I tried to think about he would always be there, in my thoughts. I grip my left wrist tighter. Hoping he would forgive me for everything I did wrong. I know I hadn't done much, but it was what I had done that matter. I had never been whipped. I was always too scared to do anything that big. Though here you could take an apple and get whipped. I keep my eyes up, trying to focus on the stars and pick one out for granddad. It was the brightest one I could see. Maybe that meant something?
My clothes where getting dirty in this field. Hopefully mum wouldn't get too mad. All I was doing was laying down. In my spot. Away from the world.
I make sure I don't slip on the roughness of the ground below me. Maybe it will all go away out here. The thoughts... My parent's fields calmed me. I loved them, they where so quiet. And secluded. I find what I believed to the center of the field, I sit myself down in a space I had designated before. It was too far into the field for the peacekeepers to see, I thought anyway. I couldn't see any houses. I keep myself quiet, placing my brown. Shabby bag beside me. I had nothing to eat for ages, I could live though. Not like I ate much anyway.
I lay back in my little spot, my eyes filled with pain, I couldn't see them but I could just tell. I bring my hand to my left wrist. The cloth covering it was fastened securely. Good. It wouldn't fall off then. I didn't want to live here. The games, the peacekeepers. Everything. It all scared me. Why was I born here? Maybe I could run. No, I would stand no chance if I did that. With no-one to support me. I place both my hands on my stomach, right over left like always. Maybe I could just stay here. No-one will see me.
My granddad. Despite what I tried to think about he would always be there, in my thoughts. I grip my left wrist tighter. Hoping he would forgive me for everything I did wrong. I know I hadn't done much, but it was what I had done that matter. I had never been whipped. I was always too scared to do anything that big. Though here you could take an apple and get whipped. I keep my eyes up, trying to focus on the stars and pick one out for granddad. It was the brightest one I could see. Maybe that meant something?
My clothes where getting dirty in this field. Hopefully mum wouldn't get too mad. All I was doing was laying down. In my spot. Away from the world.
