When The Stolen Hammerfell [Cato]
Jun 8, 2015 14:29:49 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Jun 8, 2015 14:29:49 GMT -5
I M P . S T O L E
D I S T R I C T. E I G H T
D I S T R I C T. E I G H T
I was done, I didn't want to train any longer. All I have done for the past week is train and eat and vomit, I hated every moment I spent here at the Capitol. Even the scent of outside made my stomach turn. I had left the training center earlier then usual, I wanted to try and fill my stomach. That of course failed, and I ended up blowing chunks all over the public restroom. I was quick to clean myself up though, I couldn't risk making any enemies. I wanted it all to be over, I wanted to enter that god damn arena already, so I could have my throat slit, and finally join Papa.
I was tired, but restless, I was starving but full. Everything I did seemed wrong, I don't understand how people enjoy themselves here. I decided to walk, walk until my stomach would settle. I began up a flight of stairs, it led me higher and higher. They almost seemed never ending. I passed a few stylists, and perhaps a tribute. But it wasn't until I reached the top of the steps, and I say a large metal door centered on a near by wall. I pressed the door open, it creaked with ever moving inch. I was on the roof, it looked beautiful. I didn't realize there was a place of beauty in this horrible place. I decide to sit near the edge. I look down and the world seems so small. The city was lit up, and the people where celebrating.
I watch as vehicles move, and people cheer. I wanted so badly to viciously rip each of their throats out. I hated loud noises. I stare at the cement floor at the very bottom of the fall, it looked inviting, it looked friendly. I wanted so badly to jump, to just end it here, suicide was a sin, was it not? I could end it now, finally join my Papa in Hell. We could be happy again, like so many years ago. I hear the door behind me creak open once more. And I viciously turn my head to see a very large boy. He was nearly a foot taller then me, and had burnt auburn hair. His eyes glowed in the night's lighting, and he seemed to have blank expression. "You gave me a scare". I say smiling. "Whats your name?" I ask. He probably was one of those career assholes. Just another jerk I want to sink my teeth into.
I was tired, but restless, I was starving but full. Everything I did seemed wrong, I don't understand how people enjoy themselves here. I decided to walk, walk until my stomach would settle. I began up a flight of stairs, it led me higher and higher. They almost seemed never ending. I passed a few stylists, and perhaps a tribute. But it wasn't until I reached the top of the steps, and I say a large metal door centered on a near by wall. I pressed the door open, it creaked with ever moving inch. I was on the roof, it looked beautiful. I didn't realize there was a place of beauty in this horrible place. I decide to sit near the edge. I look down and the world seems so small. The city was lit up, and the people where celebrating.
I watch as vehicles move, and people cheer. I wanted so badly to viciously rip each of their throats out. I hated loud noises. I stare at the cement floor at the very bottom of the fall, it looked inviting, it looked friendly. I wanted so badly to jump, to just end it here, suicide was a sin, was it not? I could end it now, finally join my Papa in Hell. We could be happy again, like so many years ago. I hear the door behind me creak open once more. And I viciously turn my head to see a very large boy. He was nearly a foot taller then me, and had burnt auburn hair. His eyes glowed in the night's lighting, and he seemed to have blank expression. "You gave me a scare". I say smiling. "Whats your name?" I ask. He probably was one of those career assholes. Just another jerk I want to sink my teeth into.
