The Crack Of The Whip (Keshak One-Shot)

"But every song's like:
Gold teeth, grey goose, tripping in the bathroom
Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room
We don't care"

The crack of the whip resonated out of the tv, Cystine fell, a cannon sounded, a girl screamed from outside of the tv. Keshak had kept the tv switched onto the channel which showed Cystine through the whole thing. Now the tv was turned off and her parents were watching her sadly. Tears flowed down Keshak's face as she moaned into her legs. Cystine, her friend, was gone forever. She remembered all the fun times they had. Stealing, playing, fighting. Keshak screamed angrily at the television, not minding that her parents were sitting on the beaten up old couch right behind her, "Fuck you!!! Fuck you bitches!" She collapsed into another fit of sobs. Keshak wanted to reach into the tv and grab the whip out of the girl's hands and whip her. How would it feel for her?

Keshak bolted up the stairs to her room and shut the door. Her eyes were like waterfalls now. With water leaking out of them. Why did her friend been reaped? Why did the capitol torture her like this? Why? She buried her face in her pillow and sobbed. She knew it was mandatory to watch the games but she didn't give a fuck about what the capitol wanted her to do.

They killed Cystine.

Keshak wanted to go outside now and strangle one of the many peacekeepers lounging about. Keshak wanted to march to the capitol and strangle the gamemakers and then the president. She buried her head in her pillow harder when she thought of this. She sobbed and sobbed, not caring about the screams she heard from the downstairs tv. Or hearing about someone riding someone else like a horse. Soon from exhaustion Keshak fought to stay awake, but soon darkness engulfed her vision and she fell into a deep sleep.

"We're driving Cadillacs in our dreams
But everybody's like:
Crystal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
Jetplanes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don't care"
- Lorde, Royals.