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:| Clouds of Dust and Whispers of Memory |: {Arrows} Aug 13, 2015 17:00:39 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Aug 13, 2015 17:00:39 GMT -5

With the end of another Games, almost a year after my brother’s death, everyone assumed that I would have been okay now. After all, I had one full year to come to terms with the fact that my brother was buried six feet deep in the ground near our house. At least we were given enough respect to bury his body, and we had the money and land to do it properly. We were so wealthy, we never repurposed Prism’s room. Everyone had all the rooms they needed, so why touch our dead brother’s? In fact, no one had entered Prism’s room since his death.

I was surprised that the dust had been left undisturbed for a year, especially because I knew Mother and I knew she would want the place as clean as possible. “It’s all about the image,” she would say in that holier than thou voice of hers. She never loved Prism as much as her other children. He was a boy grown when she was brought into the family and it was hard for her to call him her own. And yet, she must have felt some sadness about his death for his room was closed as it had been when Father called us all down for the Reaping. I was in the room next to his and I remember him carrying that pipe of his that he loved so much as he closed the door. Mahogany, only the best of woods. A strange-smelling cloud had covered his head, but I remembered his features so well that I could see through that cloud every time I turned my head before I entered my own room. Diamond had walked past behind me and together they went down the stairs.

I wasn’t lying when I said I loved my siblings and yet the metal taste wouldn’t leave my mouth. It was no secret that Prism and Diamond were inseparable; they loved and protected each other. My mother’s children were the outsiders. I was of two worlds which made sense why my siblings were never as close to me. Still, I was doted on by my sisters who were so eager to have a plaything. I gave them all the credit for my hair being so well taken care of. But Prism was always Diamond’s, even if I had 14 years with him. Perhaps that was why we all mourned Prism in a different way, and yet, his room remained untouched.

It felt strange opening the door without knocking first, even if the room hadn’t been occupied for a year. The knob that Prism would always turn for me would not turn itself, and it turned smoothly in my hand. With a slight push on the wooden door, his room became visible to me. I could see the dust floating around and knew there would be a full coat of it on every exposed surface. Just stepping into the room seemed to disturb the dust as a cloud was kicked up with each step. As I looked around the room, the bitter metal taste started filling my mouth. Was I lying about accepting Prism’s death? Was I lying about how I felt? Even as I tried to answer the question truthfully, the taste remained and I lingered on my cane.

I had been so preoccupied with answering my question that I didn’t hear the door open wider behind me.

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:| Clouds of Dust and Whispers of Memory |: {Arrows} Sept 7, 2015 15:24:39 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Sept 7, 2015 15:24:39 GMT -5

When	Will
Life	Return?

When the light fades

Nearly two years from today Diamond found herself confronted with the biggest hardship of her and her full brother's life. Prism was stolen away from her and his entire life. No longer was he able to hold her when she cried or to make her laugh when all that seemed to exist was darkness. Now the shadows seemed to devour her every ounce of light. No longer could she find the support to fight away the demons that constantly reminded her of how awful her life was and has been. No longer did Prism tell her how he would always be there for her and to protect her from their broken Father's wrath. Not even her semi kind step Mother could repair the bleeding wound which the Capitol had inflicted upon her. It was not the type of wound that could be mended. Death was not something that could ever be reversed.

Diamond felt her wrist jerk as she created another stroke of vivid color across the canvas. In front of her the broken bleeding body of the boy from six laid on the factory ground as the young boy from Eleven stared into the distance. Even with Prism's untimely demise in the sixty ninth arena Diamond continued to paint. Hell she had even painted Prism's own death just as she had painted every single death the games have ever seen. Not even Prism had known about this secret. Part of Diamond wondered if anyone ever would but she doubted it. it was he secret fucked up get away.

With a sigh Diamond rose slowly from her place on her bed and carefully hid the new painting away with the hundreds of others beneath her floor boards. Inside her room was the only place Diamond felt truly safe. Outside she always just felt Prism's ghost lingering beside her. He had grown up in this very house, loved this very house, and now he was gone. Prism's very own bedroom had become sort of a void zone even to this day not a single person has dared to enter its lonely calls.

Much of Diamond's mind believed people chose not to go into it because they knew it would devastate her to see anyone other than him within it. That was only just one of the things people did for Diamond these days. So many people treated her like a porcaline doll never daring to bring up anything relating to Prism in the slightest. Perhaps they were right that she would never be able to handle it, or perhaps they were wrong. One thing Diamond missed the most about Prism's life was how she never felt fully outcasted. Yet now with his death it was worse than ever before.

Diamond felt herself growing more weak as she walked down the quiet hall. For once it appeared no one was home in the already vacant feeling house. However she was suddenly proven wrong as her body came to a swift halt. Shakily she turned towards the normally sealed door to Prism's room only to find it slightly opened with dust scattering through the air. Diamond could feel her heart thundering as he feet slowly drew her closer to the room she watched every minute of the games in. To the room that smoke always use to spiral out of. To the room that held the one person who truly loved her.

Just inside the room Diamond spotted the intruder to the sanctuary as she felt her throat begin to tighten. However she was not mad or even scared. She wasn't sad or upset but more shocked than anything, and in a way she was happy. Within the compounds of Prism's room was her other brother Pellin. He had finally done the thing no one in the entire house could handle. He had finally opened the door back into Prism's past instead of ignoring it.

Gently Diamond pushed the door open slightly more as its creak echoed through the still dust filled air. Slowly she walked inside the room and took in every inch of the forgotten and forbidden lands. Only when her eyes fell on Pellin did she stop with tears slightly swirling in her eyes. "You finally did it." Diamond whispered as she controlled her fusing emotions. "For so long I have wanted to open that door, but I never could. Thank you." As her voice trailed off she found herself beside on of his desk with her fingers tracing lightly over one of his old bronze pipes.

Without lifting her gaze from the worn and dust riddled pipe she spoke quietly out to Pellin again. "So why did you do it? What made you have to come inside?" The questions were normally simple but under the circumstances she couldn't even begin to imagine the difficulty. She only hoped he wouldn't take them the wrong way. She just had to know if she wasn't the only one still bleeding.

remember there is always another day

Last Edit: Sept 7, 2015 15:27:14 GMT -5 by Arrows

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:| Clouds of Dust and Whispers of Memory |: {Arrows} Sept 8, 2015 13:08:36 GMT -5

Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on Sept 8, 2015 13:08:36 GMT -5

I didn’t know who it was who had walked in, but once the mysterious person spoke, my heart froze for a split instant. Diamond, of all of my family members, had also dared to enter the room. Whatever sadness the rest of us felt for Prism’s death could not amount to what Diamond must have felt when she watched her better half cut down in the arena. I could see the tears in her eyes, and I didn’t know how to respond. Should I have been showing sentiment? Should I have been smiling? I was at a complete loss of words, but she did all of the talking for me.

She thanked me, thanked me for doing something she had wanted to do for a while and I had done for her. You’re…welcome? It didn’t sound right in my head and I knew it wouldn’t be any better if I said it out loud. Instead I responded with a half grin and a mirrored shrug. “Lot of dust in here, huh?” But my heart and mind wanted to say much more as the metal taste came back.

I watched her look through the room and wondered what was going through her mind as her eyes lingered on the pipes. Did she also think about the haze that constantly filled the room? Or did she think of sweeter and better thoughts than me? She asked me why I opened that door, what compelled me to step inside the room. In honest, I was just curious. I wanted to look inside the room that had been empty for so long and it was for my own curiosity’s sake to relive my memories of him.

Unlike many other people, Diamond would have known if I was lying. She knew what my face looked like when the metal filled my mouth, and no matter how many years of practice disguising it, she could look right through. I hated always having to be truthful, but why would I want to lie to Diamond anyway? What was the point of hurting her, even if the words were soft? “I was feeling…nostalgic.” A slow start.

“I—I wanted—” the metal was coming back, “—I was curious.” If I hadn’t known any better, telling a lie would have seemed much more difficult than telling the truth. Exhaling, I decided to let my words go free, even if it did hurt Diamond. “I miss him. I miss seeing him step out of his room the same time as I did. I miss him teasing me with that smile. I thought—I thought if I went into his room, I would have a piece of that happiness again.”

Once the words started flowing, it was hard to stop. I couldn’t bear to look at Diamond as I continued. “But it didn’t. It’s just as empty as I’ve been feeling, like his room is a representation of my heart. There’s all of his stuff, but he’s not there.” I leaned a little more on my cane, using it to support me both physically and emotionally as my eyes refused to look up.