and i bleed like the rest | katerina + hannah
Sept 27, 2015 18:02:54 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Sept 27, 2015 18:02:54 GMT -5
I am bathing in an ocean, lathering the salt water in my open, oozing cuts. A million crimson tiger stripes are still searing from the reaping, sliced across the skin, pale and bluish like a winter sky, of a dead girl.
They think they'll kill me in the Arena -
but you can't kill someone who is already dead.
They drained my life away, sucked the blood from my precious golden victor veins the moment my name fell of the escort's disgustingly glossy, plum lips.
"Hannah O'Leary!"
And I fell to the floor, turned into a bloodless, cold corpse. I keep feeling my chest for a heartbeat, wondering if my body has given up yet,ifwhen it will. Always fearing that my heart will suddenly stop like a swift train screeching to an abrupt halt. Always fearing that everyone I carry with me - Abraxas, Katerina, Colgate, Cordelia, Clio, Scope, Crest, Mom, Dad - will drain out of my head with my blood on my deathbed.
Always fearing that a blade will cast me into oblivion.
Rigged. The word still sits bitterly on my tongue, screaming for me to cut the strings that have sewn my lips sealed. I can't send that one simple word to the grave, not when it raises its crimson flag so boldly high.
"LET ME OUT!" it screams behind its steel bars. "YOU'RE DEAD ANYWAY!"
"I know."
The strings are frayed, the bars are dented, but its prison holds, solid as my own in Death's dark, skeletal hands.
Rigged, rigged, rigged, is a whisper in my mind, a soft crackle of a fire.
Rigged, rigged, rigged, sings on, even in Katerina's presence. And I want to scream and throw myself and my shattered heart against the wall. I want to scream everything that is locked inside the cage nestled on my tongue, where my words go to die. My mouth is a dry, icy wasteland from the dust of the dead.
When I do speak, my vocal cords rub together like a shrieking, out of tune violin.
"Katerina!"
And my arms are thrown around her, chains locking us in an embrace. I don't want to let go, but the clock is tick tick ticking, the sound like a needle rhythmically pricking my eardrum, and soon they will yank her away from me. She may as well be a ghost like me when the clock runs out and we diverge, our eyes and skin forever torn away from each other.
The river rises over the brims of my eyes, and I finally speak the surviving words.
"Whatever happens, whatever you see me as in the arena - an animal, a brave warrior, a shrinking coward - I love you, Kat. And we'll always be sisters. That's the one thing they can never take away from us."
They can drain my blood, they can cut out my veins and turn them into jewelry. But they can never rip apart my DNA, they can never take my sister away.erasing all your memories,darling they won't go so easily
❧{ table: zoë }
