Despicable Hearts {Rade VT}
Apr 22, 2015 13:54:09 GMT -5
Post by 10th retro gm | paxton hayes on Apr 22, 2015 13:54:09 GMT -5
So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you, yeah I miss you
{Name} Rolf Parks
{Age} Seventeen
{Location} District 9
{Gender} Male
{Faceclaim} Hiro Mizushima
Seconds have turned into minutes. Minutes have turned into hours. Hours have turned into days. Days have turned into weeks. Weeks have turned into months. Months have turned into years. And years have turned into an eternity. Time doesn't move. It doesn't matter anymore. It feels like just yesterday his body returned home from the Capitol in a box prepped for burial. It seems like an entire lifetime has gone by since his name was drawn from the lottery. Since my brother was reaped for the games. It feels like no time has moved at all since I watched his face flash through the sky as the anthem blared throughout the arena. Since the girl from district eleven emerged victorious from the arena. Since she was given the crown my brother yearned for. Since she returned home and lives returned to normal as expected. Yet my life will never be normal. Not after he killed my parents. Not since his body rests under the ground. I don't even know what normal is anymore, but they expect me to move on like nothing has happened when everything in the world has happened. They expect me to forget him like everyone else. And that won't happen.
It can't happen.
I won't allow it.
And now she stands before me on the stage. The same stage he stood on how ever many months ago. Or was it years? It doesn't matter. She killed him. She ended his life because she wanted to. She had to, and in a way it makes me angry. Katelyn Persimmon shouldn't be alive. She shouldn't be standing in front of me today pretending she cares because she doesn't. She'll forget about him like the rest of the world. His face is forgotten by the rest of the world. And now it's only me. He's a memory of the world. A piece of history. Forgotten. Listening to her lies that the Capitol has fed her ricochet throughout my entire body bouncing off the bones. It rattles inside my brain only to make my blood boil, yet I contain my emotions putting on a brave face because the Capitol doesn't want anyone to mourn. Anyone to feel weak. They want me to celebrate, but how can I? After all she murdered him.
All through her speech I glare at her. Keeping my eyes fixed on her. She won't ever forget. I'll make sure of it. She can't forget my brother or the others who died in the game. They're a piece of her life. A history that goes on with her forever and ever. A piece the the world will move on because he has no importance anymore. He's dead. Buried under the ground rotting. He's returning to the earth of which he came from. From where we all came from. I want to be happy that the girl won. That she survived the games. That she didn't fall victim to the mass slaughtering of twenty-three innocent souls. Finding the piece of happiness to celebrate along side of her doesn't exist. It won't ever exist inside my mind because I can't celebrate the life of someone who took something so special away from me.
I'm a child again. The same one that surfaced when he killed my parents. The same one that surfaced when he died. And I'm running forward as the crowd moves away from the square. I'm moving without thinking. Without doing anything as the same words I shouted at Chaske so many years ago fly from my lips as tears pour down my face. "You killed him. You killed him. You killed him..." My voice barely audible as the last word runs free. And my eyes shift towards the ground as I prepare to walk away forever. I sigh before turning my gaze towards her one last time. "You killed my worthless brother."
