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Dec 5, 2015 9:41:07 GMT -5
Post by pup on Dec 5, 2015 9:41:07 GMT -5
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Eva Hope
My dreams are plagued with horrible visions, visions of my two younger siblings being thrown together then smashed in the iron jaws of the Capitol just as they had been. After my two siblings had been crushed into a bloody mess, I saw everyone else from my life being torn away from me slowly, Preston burning in a fiery mass, Canvas drowning in a pool of paint, Gentian being torn to shreds by a group of teddy bear like mutts.
I wake from my nightmares on the less-than-cozy couch surrounded by canon fire and Beretta Corleon falling to the ground, waves splashing up the side of the sea cliffs. I am shivering and pull a threadbare blanket up around my shoulders and stare at the screen in horror as Caeser Flickerman shows the pictures of the recently departed. When he reaches Paige's picture, my slacken, unemotional face stares down at my hands. I must have been chewing on fingernails as I slept as they are cracked and uneven.
My throat feels as though it is the 67th arena, my lips feel about as parched as a dried up cacti. One of my slender hands reaches up and touches the side of my face and I feel the drying tear tracks that have recently appeared most likely while I was less than soundly asleep. I dislike the silver stains that must glitter on my face, I dislike the tears shed over the death of my two sisters. I just want to forget everything that's happened, everything. I want to forget my two little sisters who caused me so much pain because I loved them too much.
I slide of the couch, away from the annoying laughter of Caesar Flickerman, and I grab one of our small, clear cups before filling it with water and letting it splash down my throat. I stare out the window and I see that the sun has barely risen in the deep blue sky. What I had just seen on the tv mudt be a replay because nothing else "interesting" has happened yet.
I choke down my sobs as the face of Paige flashes in my mind. Gasping horribly, I remember how she was struck down my Saxton Hale just eight days ago. There are now only four tributes left in this arena, so I guess I should say to all of them, Good Luck on Day Nine. I hope you all die as awful deaths as Paige did. I wish that most upon Someith Krearns as he helped the brutal slaughter of my Sister. He must be sick to the bone to jump a girl much smaller than him for no reason other than the joy of killing.
That is when I first realize those horrible thoughts that had sprung into my head. I don't really want to wish death on others. I think to myself, but deep in the back of mind I know that what I am saying is not true, and as that truth reaches tue front of my thoughts, I sink down to the ground and wrap my arms around my legs.
Then I cry.
marcellus rhodes 11b arc
Eva HopeMy dreams are plagued with horrible visions, visions of my two younger siblings being thrown together then smashed in the iron jaws of the Capitol just as they had been. After my two siblings had been crushed into a bloody mess, I saw everyone else from my life being torn away from me slowly, Preston burning in a fiery mass, Canvas drowning in a pool of paint, Gentian being torn to shreds by a group of teddy bear like mutts. I wake from my nightmares on the less-than-cozy couch surrounded by canon fire and Beretta Corleon falling to the ground, waves splashing up the side of the sea cliffs. I am shivering and pull a threadbare blanket up around my shoulders and stare at the screen in horror as Caeser Flickerman shows the pictures of the recently departed. When he reaches Paige's picture, my slacken, unemotional face stares down at my hands. I must have been chewing on fingernails as I slept as they are cracked and uneven.
My throat feels as though it is the 67th arena, my lips feel about as parched as a dried up cacti. One of my slender hands reaches up and touches the side of my face and I feel the drying tear tracks that have recently appeared most likely while I was less than soundly asleep. I dislike the silver stains that must glitter on my face, I dislike the tears shed over the death of my two sisters. I just want to forget everything that's happened, everything. I want to forget my two little sisters who caused me so much pain because I loved them too much.
I slide of the couch, away from the annoying laughter of Caesar Flickerman, and I grab one of our small, clear cups before filling it with water and letting it splash down my throat. I stare out the window and I see that the sun has barely risen in the deep blue sky. What I had just seen on the tv mudt be a replay because nothing else "interesting" has happened yet.
I choke down my sobs as the face of Paige flashes in my mind. Gasping horribly, I remember how she was struck down my Saxton Hale just eight days ago. There are now only four tributes left in this arena, so I guess I should say to all of them, Good Luck on Day Nine. I hope you all die as awful deaths as Paige did. I wish that most upon Someith Krearns as he helped the brutal slaughter of my Sister. He must be sick to the bone to jump a girl much smaller than him for no reason other than the joy of killing.
That is when I first realize those horrible thoughts that had sprung into my head. I don't really want to wish death on others. I think to myself, but deep in the back of mind I know that what I am saying is not true, and as that truth reaches tue front of my thoughts, I sink down to the ground and wrap my arms around my legs.
Then I cry.
marcellus rhodes 11b arc
