sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite {zori}

sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite {zori} Oct 19, 2013 10:50:01 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2013 10:50:01 GMT -5

It takes me hours of entertaining my eyes with the patterned ceiling to fall asleep. I think it’s mostly because I’m afraid of the vulnerability that my dreams will bring:

[/i] the images of Rolex that refuse to fade from my memory as many times as I try to either deny them or rewrite them in my head. I don’t like to think about home or really anything for that matter. I’m just hoping that I’ll have enough fun screwing people’s lives over in these next couple of weeks that worry will get bored of keeping my dreams company and finally escape my head.[/i]

There are a lot of idiots in these games:[/i] more than usual it seems. However, the idiots aren’t the problem. I can assert my control perfectly well over them. My biggest problem is the jerks, and when I say jerks, I mean Farm Boy. He thought he could actually insult me? My goal right now is to make everyone so afraid of me they stay off my back and let me have my fun these games, but this kid is getting in the way and he’s sure going to pay.[/i]

Jealousy pierces my heart and eventually pulls me out of bed. I don’t want anyone to be better than me, stronger than me, fiercer than me. I won’t stand for it any longer, especially when it’s some Farm Boy.[/i] I slip my feet into my warm pair of boots and grab an over-sized jacket from the closet, slipping it on over my night shirt, feeling exposed by the lack of sleeve. I grab a bobby pin from the dresser and push it into the lock until the door opens, a wild grin crossing my face. After closing the door quietly, I head past Dublin’s room and to the emergency stairs, rather than the elevator.

Eleven flights later, my breathing is raucous and my heartbeat is swift,[/i] but I’ve grown used to the idea of physical endurance in my Career training. I grab the key card I’d stolen from Carmel a few days ago and put it up against the scanner until the door to the eleventh floor opens. I find my way to the first bedroom and open the door silently, but my eye catches the long blonde hair of Matilde Watson, and I know I’ve hit the wrong room. I move to the next room and crack upon the door. Jackpot. Shutting the door behind me, I move across the room and climb gently onto his bed with no weapon but my hands, anger and jealousy enveloping my heart while a malevolent grin radiates from my face. [/i]I hadn’t made any plan before arriving here to kill Farm Boy, but an idea strikes me. I grab the pillow next to his face and carefully pull myself on top of him, but without touching him, so that I have one knee on either side of his stomach.

I’m about ready to put the pillow over his face, when the situation suddenly feels all too familiar. Suddenly, it isn’t Farm Boy’s face below me. It’s Rolex’s, pinned beneath me.[/i] I scowl at the memory, remembering all too well the way it had ended in chaos, but quickly shake my head. I have matters to attend to. I move myself a little closer to his head and then without another moment’s hesitation, I sit on his stomach, my legs pinning down his hands. Then, with all intent to kill, I shove the pillow right into his face, holding it down with all the strength and malice I have. [/i]"Nice to see you again, Farm Boy," I say through gritted teeth, but I don't let my arms give way. "Looks like we'll only have twenty-three tributes this games. It's really too bad." [/color][/justify][/blockquote][/size]

sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite {zori} Oct 22, 2013 23:59:08 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2013 23:59:08 GMT -5

I a g o
I z a r – M c C l a i n e

•••

{I feel numb most of the time}
{The lower I get the higher I'll climb}
{And I will wonder why}
{I get dark only to shine}

•••

Do you know what happens when a star dies?

[/color] Sampson is quiet and perched next to the reeds of a river. I shake my head. Ever since Benat passed on, my cousin has been obsessed with the night sky. He whispers words to the heavens, he tells the flickering light how his day went, and he talks about how endless the stars are. His little voice carries out across the water and I pause to watch the fireflies first light. They flicker yellow and spiral over the weeds. Grandpa said that when a star dies, the whole universe watches.[/color] He busies his hands with the water and I step behind him. I shiver, suddenly seeing that I have no shoes—how strange[/color]—and I’ve left home in just a pair of longjohns. How did I get here?[/color] I ask myself, but Sampson keeps moving, his hands tracing down along the water. He looks back at me with a grin as sure as the moon above.

A big, bright, flash of light. So big that the whole of the sky has to watch, Iago.[/color] I get another chill. He turns again, and with a laugh throws himself out into the water. Are you crazy?[/color] I cross my arms. You’ll catch your death you idiot?[/color] He spits out water toward my feet and begins to backstroke. Stars never die, Iago.[/color] He grins. Besides, you aren’t afraid of dying, are you?[/color] I look around at the reeds and back toward the cornfield, but I can’t place where I am. I’m not afraid.[/color] I whisper. He shakes his head. When we go we light up the sky. It’s what Benat does every night. His star is right up there with the rest of them. And one day he’ll make the whole universe watch him, when it’s his turn to go again.[/color] I wonder what kind of stupidity Deval has been pushing into him but bite my tongue. I’m not afraid.[/color] I say again. He looks at me with sanguine eyes and lays on his back. Come here Iago.[/color]

I step out into the water and let the muck take me. Another step and I’m waist deep. I let out a laugh and find myself up to my neck. Sampson stands. You’re not afraid of death?[/color] I look up at him now, eyes wide. He’s different, bigger, his shadow scaling far behind him. Not at all?[/color] I open my mouth to tell him no, but no words come. He grabs me by my hair and shoves me down, and soon I’m under the waves. I thrash and kick and scream out. It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t a good joke. But the hands don’t leave me and I can feel my chest burning. I am afraid, I am afraid![/color] Just what did he have to prove, I’d already given him my life!

It’s really too bad.[/color] I hear her voice through the pillow and grunt. I scream until my voice cracks, and give all my weight and strength to my arms that I can. I rip on of them free from underneath her knee and move to slap one of her hands free, sending the pillow askew. “You crazy BITCH!” I gasp out. I bring my hand with as much force across her face for good measure. “What is the matter with you? Couldn’t wait just a few days?” I’m gasping for air and sweating, but ready to strangle her just as soon as I can wiggle free. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]