{h o p e} lays dead[the end of paige hope]
Oct 16, 2015 17:44:02 GMT -5
Post by pup on Oct 16, 2015 17:44:02 GMT -5
here's the pride before the fall
[presto]
What is Hope? a star that gleaming
O'er the future's troubled sky,
Struggles, tremulously beaming,
To reveal what there may lie.
Words that my sister told me,
a poem she learned in school,
I would laugh as I sat on her lap as any little girl would, and I would say: "Hey that's got my name!"
Then we would giggle and laugh some more.
When times were sad and hope was dying,
my sister would hold take these words
from their special hiding place
Then warm me up with eyes of green and hair of sun.
And I would feel special.
Not of a matched set.
The poem I made in my head when I was small about a poem my sister told me. The words floated through my head as I lay on the ground, my trap sprawled in front of me. I see the girl who had struck the final blow sprawled out across the ground, fallen from the trap. What did I do? I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this. I wanted only to prove that I was just as strong as Lily, just as strong as the girl who was my black queen to me, the white queen. Everyone is part of a matched set, some more apparent than others, but I remember in those short times when I felt like my own human being, not a slur people said at school. "Pally" "Laige". The words of bullys long forgotten. I remember when my elder sister took my in my arms as my brother escorted my twin out of the room to play a game of tag. I remember when she spoke to me softly, saying I was unique, that I was special.
I am not unique. I am not special. I am another girl in the crowd. Another piece on a chessboard that life plays against itself, and just as Lily was toppled, so was I. When I saw Lily's death on screen, it was quick and painless from my perspective, but now that my throat has been split I am losing air, my breath blocked from the blood cascading from my mouth, unable to breath, and the life is being sucked out of me. When the tributes who killed me walk away the rabbit appears, silver fur and eyes of gold. It turns to look at me and I know what I must do. My vision is starting to fail, but I feel a scepter in my hands. I think Jack is above me, and Leo, and Odile. My friends. I can't tell though through the blood seeping through my vision.
My arm reaches out, like Lily I will leave successors of my royal crown. My mouth mouths out the words I fail to speak. My mouth moves. To Jack, Queen. To Leo, King. To Odile, Judge, Jury, and Executioner. I feel the blood welling up, as I try to hold in my last breath, keeping it as long as possible.
That is when Jumpy starts to jump, his nose twitching, smal beady eyes staring into mine. Then he jumps up and up and up, a stairway is left in his wake. I feel myself start up the stairs, following the rabbit up the rabbit hole. At the end of the staircase I see a door open, and for a moment I think it is a mirror, but then I realize it is Lily, and standing next to her... the king and queen. Orion and Circe. Standing on either side of Lily, they smile serenly and as I hug Lily I know this is where I was meant to be, where I was going all along. Where I was trying to get to when I volunteered to die, to save someone's life.
Lily's lips reach my ear in the embrace, and the whisper she says engulfs my entire being. "Happy Birthday, Paige." She whispers quietly. And as I turn fifteen, a canon sounds, and that is the end of me.
"Happy Birthday, Lily"
[/presto]
oh your eyes they show it all
you know how time flies
only yesterday was the time of our lives
only yesterday was the time of our lives
What is Hope? a star that gleaming
O'er the future's troubled sky,
Struggles, tremulously beaming,
To reveal what there may lie.
Words that my sister told me,
a poem she learned in school,
I would laugh as I sat on her lap as any little girl would, and I would say: "Hey that's got my name!"
Then we would giggle and laugh some more.
When times were sad and hope was dying,
my sister would hold take these words
from their special hiding place
Then warm me up with eyes of green and hair of sun.
And I would feel special.
Not of a matched set.
The poem I made in my head when I was small about a poem my sister told me. The words floated through my head as I lay on the ground, my trap sprawled in front of me. I see the girl who had struck the final blow sprawled out across the ground, fallen from the trap. What did I do? I didn't want this. I didn't want any of this. I wanted only to prove that I was just as strong as Lily, just as strong as the girl who was my black queen to me, the white queen. Everyone is part of a matched set, some more apparent than others, but I remember in those short times when I felt like my own human being, not a slur people said at school. "Pally" "Laige". The words of bullys long forgotten. I remember when my elder sister took my in my arms as my brother escorted my twin out of the room to play a game of tag. I remember when she spoke to me softly, saying I was unique, that I was special.
I am not unique. I am not special. I am another girl in the crowd. Another piece on a chessboard that life plays against itself, and just as Lily was toppled, so was I. When I saw Lily's death on screen, it was quick and painless from my perspective, but now that my throat has been split I am losing air, my breath blocked from the blood cascading from my mouth, unable to breath, and the life is being sucked out of me. When the tributes who killed me walk away the rabbit appears, silver fur and eyes of gold. It turns to look at me and I know what I must do. My vision is starting to fail, but I feel a scepter in my hands. I think Jack is above me, and Leo, and Odile. My friends. I can't tell though through the blood seeping through my vision.
My arm reaches out, like Lily I will leave successors of my royal crown. My mouth mouths out the words I fail to speak. My mouth moves. To Jack, Queen. To Leo, King. To Odile, Judge, Jury, and Executioner. I feel the blood welling up, as I try to hold in my last breath, keeping it as long as possible.
That is when Jumpy starts to jump, his nose twitching, smal beady eyes staring into mine. Then he jumps up and up and up, a stairway is left in his wake. I feel myself start up the stairs, following the rabbit up the rabbit hole. At the end of the staircase I see a door open, and for a moment I think it is a mirror, but then I realize it is Lily, and standing next to her... the king and queen. Orion and Circe. Standing on either side of Lily, they smile serenly and as I hug Lily I know this is where I was meant to be, where I was going all along. Where I was trying to get to when I volunteered to die, to save someone's life.
Lily's lips reach my ear in the embrace, and the whisper she says engulfs my entire being. "Happy Birthday, Paige." She whispers quietly. And as I turn fifteen, a canon sounds, and that is the end of me.
"Happy Birthday, Lily"
oh your eyes they show it all
(Sorry its so short I cried while writing it. agknowledgments will be up soon as there are so many. Damen, Goat, and Arx feel free to write a response in here if you want. Actually i would be really happy if you had the time to <333)
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