The End is Among Us [Kyle Jones Death Post]

At slow speed we all seem focused
In motion we seem wrong
In summer we can taste the rain

The feeling of death is not like everyone says it is. Or at least not how I thought it would be . It felt... calm, yet nerve racking; painful, but painless; completely and utterly unnatural. As I feel the life slip out of me, I hear my cannon go off. Idiots... I'm not fully dead... yet... I hear clashing of metal, then steps of feat quickly moving their owners away from the scene, leaving me all alone to die. God dammit, Kyle! Why'd you have to die like this! To the little, frail, jack-ass of a tribute from district 10! I failed you father!

I want you to be free
Don't worry about me
And just like the movies
We play out our last scene

I felt like I was extremely useless, dying on the first day, only lasting past 1/4 of the tributes, getting killed by probably the weakest on out here. It just wasn't fair! Why! What did I do wrong! Why me?!?! I feel tears coming up, but I hold them back for a while. Then I think back to what everyone said. "I don't see training helping you now, eh Jones? You must've thought you were some sort of big shot back home with your weapons and your friendships. But guess who is winning now? The girl they bullied and gave up on. Bet you thought you were better than me, out there"..."Son, don't mess up like that guy from our district. He was a disgrace. If you ever get chosen, or volunteer, I expect you to win it, NO MATTER WHAT AGE YOU ARE!" I guess I am a disgrace... to my family... to District 2... to everybody I've every cared about...

Two can play this game
We both want power
In winter we can taste the pain

In our short years, we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away

I finally let my tears stream down my face. I just couldn't take it any more. I was supposed to be a career! But I died on the first day, from that stupid tribute! WHY! How the hell did this happen? Then I started nearly brawling. God, I must look stupid on the T.V. I don't care. I've already failed. I don't care anymore. I'm about to die, anyway... Then the memories of my life, my childhood, flashes behind my eyes, like a movie, from when I was in the hospital with my mom and dad, unaware of life; to the beginning of it all of this, my dad training me, starting piano, learning how to sing; and finally to the actual training with other kids and the other tributes, the amount of times I've failed before I've succeeded, the pride of being able to beat everyone so quickly, the moment I was chosen for the games, being sent up the tubes, and finally going into the games and watching Siana die. I'm so sorry, Siana. I wish I could have saved you... And I'm sorry Sophia and Darren, wherever you guys may be, that I won't be able to help you anymore. I'm useless...

You won't cry, I won't scream

In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
And if we make a little space
A science fiction showcase
In our short film, a love disgrace
Dream a scene to brighten face
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad, just to throw it away

OCC- Kyle Jones is dead
Lyrics- Movies by Alien Ant Farm
Special thanks to Kitty, Cameo, Ani, and Minnie for threading with me and making Kyle alive. Thank you for Rook for accepting him and starting his journey. And whoever I missed, I thank you for your help! sorry for the long thank you