My Soul Is {G O N E} (Ani+Traid)
Jan 18, 2015 7:43:24 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jan 18, 2015 7:43:24 GMT -5
Toyota Soul
You remember the day when you first came home from the orphanage. When the nice Mr. Soul adopted you. You were scared when you first came, and your new siblings didn't greet you with open arms and said you were a replacement, a back up plan. You didn't know what that meant at the time though. As you grew up in the house with them you grew to love them. Porsche would sit with you and show you how to build an engine. Kia would show you how to put in place all the gears and little metal parts. You loved it before the 68th year after the rebellion.
You remember the day of the reaping. The sadness and sorrow. How, after you were shoved away from the brother you loved so much by the tyrant peacekeepers you ran home and locked your bedroom door. You cried for hours and hours. And when you stopped you wanted to die. How could this happen. What were the odds.
You remember when a week later you were sitting by the tv, forced to watch your brother become a bloody mess. Then he was attacked, and you screamed before the sound of his body hitting the ground filled the air around you. Your eyes fill with tears and you curl up into a little ball as to not face the facts of what just happened. Your fourteen year old bubbly self reduced to ashes as you whisper while you rock back and forth, "You promised. You promised you'd come back for me."
Now, after the games had finished and the stupid funeral was over for your brother and the other girl who died in the games. You sneak back around to the coffin. You need to see him one last time before he is buried. On the coffin it says:
You want to scream. The capitol can't even say something kind enough to him that would make Toyota not want to murder them like they did to her brother. You gently open the coffin and see his pale face. Tears stream down your face again as cling to your brother body. And your whispers become shouts, "You promised!"
You remember the day of the reaping. The sadness and sorrow. How, after you were shoved away from the brother you loved so much by the tyrant peacekeepers you ran home and locked your bedroom door. You cried for hours and hours. And when you stopped you wanted to die. How could this happen. What were the odds.
You remember when a week later you were sitting by the tv, forced to watch your brother become a bloody mess. Then he was attacked, and you screamed before the sound of his body hitting the ground filled the air around you. Your eyes fill with tears and you curl up into a little ball as to not face the facts of what just happened. Your fourteen year old bubbly self reduced to ashes as you whisper while you rock back and forth, "You promised. You promised you'd come back for me."
Now, after the games had finished and the stupid funeral was over for your brother and the other girl who died in the games. You sneak back around to the coffin. You need to see him one last time before he is buried. On the coffin it says:
Kia Soul
Tribute of the 68th Hunger Games
Tribute of the 68th Hunger Games
You want to scream. The capitol can't even say something kind enough to him that would make Toyota not want to murder them like they did to her brother. You gently open the coffin and see his pale face. Tears stream down your face again as cling to your brother body. And your whispers become shouts, "You promised!"
(Much feels)
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