silence has fallen//carrita's dp

[googlefont="Dancing Script:400"]I never wanted to fight.

I never wanted to see pain or blood or death.

I never wanted to see someone die at the hands of another.

Why is this torcherous world filled with people who are willing to hurt another at a moment's notice?

Why is there people who laugh in another's pain?

Why is there people who are cruel enough to be euphoric when they hear the sound of a canon, signalling someone else's death?

Only this morning, I was a shivering little girl in a chair, sipping from a fizzing cup of soda and trying to ease my nerves. Only this morning had I been alive with a beating heart to accompany my tears. Only this morning had I thought that dying would be fine with me.

Only an hour ago had I run towards certain death. Only an hour ago had I been attacked by blood hungry monsters who were ready to tear the weakest apeart. Only an hour ago did I flee, happy that I still had a life to call my own.

Only five minutes ago did I hope I could be avoided. Only five minutes ago did I have a hand clamped over mouth to shush me. Only five minutes ago did I feel the euphoric rush of happiness, seeing that my allies, my friends, weren't dead.

I had thought they left me. I had thought they belived I was just extra luggage. I had thought they only thought of me as a distraction so that they could leave safely.

The moment I had got back with them, they were taken away from me. No one wanted us to survive. We were the weakest of the bunch, and so we were squashed like an overipe tomato growing in a field from my home.

I am alone, tears streak my bloodied face. Andy lays dead in front of me, his canon still ringing in my ears. Lemon is behind me, also struck down. I try to call out his name, but the only thing that escapes my mouth is a gurgled spurt of blood, dripping it's way out of my red lips.

Another canon fires in the distance. Another of my friends is dead. Another tear drips from my eyes.

I am struck down. First by a falling branch, and then from a boy I never even had the chance to learn the name of. They try to sperate us in the training center like that. It would be so much easier to kill someone if you didn't know them. My body is slack, my canon hasn't fired. I know I won't make it out alive. I feel a small crown placed on my head, I can feel that it is made of flowers. They are apologizing. A small tear leaks out of my right eye as if to say to them in my quiet voice, "Thank you. I accept your apology."

I am now alone in the woods, the branch pinning me to the ground. Everyone that had attacked has left now. They all know that I won't be able to survive. My small frame should have been the first to go, but no, instead it was Andy's.

The only two people in the world who I cared about and cared about me are gone. I am the last standing, the sole survivor, the soon to be toppled. I wish I could say my goodbyes, but there is no one around to hear them even if I could manage to get out some words.

As if hearing my thoughts, a pen and paper fall out of the sky, landing in front of me.

My bloodied arm reaches out to grab it, my hands grasping at the pen, and I begin to write, blood starting to drip faster out of my mouth. My neat handwriting starts to flow swiftly across the page.

Kirito, Katelyn, Harbinger,

Thank you. You sent me so much. You tried to help me survive. You cared about what happened to me. You guys were like the parents I never truly had, even if I did only know you for four days. Thank you for the jar of tar, for the medical kit, thank you for trying. Even if I didn't get a chance to light a Javelin on fire and burn the world, I hope whoever took it can find a good use for it. I also know that you must not have been sponsoring Iain much, so pay more attention to him. Also, I know that they will bring my body back to the capitol to get tidied up before being shipped to district eleven, so please send the rest of this note to Iain, the part after "Iain,"

Kirito, I guess I am what you said I would be if I didn't care. I guess I didn't care. I am just another tribute, another dead body, another face in the crowd. I am like everyone else who ever came through these games and died. I am Lily and Paige Hope, going insane. I am Kiena, another broken clockwork on the ground, I am another kid lying dead in the snow next to Elverum. I am everything you said I would become and more, just like everyone else that has been forgotten year after year.

Katelyn, I am sorry I didn't get to know you more. I knew you wanted to help me out, I knew you thought I had a chance. I am sorry that I never gave you the chance to help me, never gave you the chance to tell me what you know, never gave you the chance to give me a chance to survive.

You guys can rip this apart here if you don't want Iain to see whats above, I have limited paper space. Sorry. Just send him this note once you get my body back.

Iain,

I know I just saw you a few minutes ago in my time at least. I don't know when you'll be getting this. Maybe you won't get this at all. I'm writing to you... well... I have a pen and paper and your my only friend in the world still alive. Keep on living for me now that Andy and Lemon are gone. I couldn't bare to lose you too so I better not see you wherever I'm going.

I just want to say, keep living. Please. Win and then get the hell out of this hell. Once you get back to the capitol, drink some Soda for me. Speaking of soda, looking back on it I don't think it was pronounced "Suh dad," but search me if I will ever know for certain.

I know I said this a million times already, but don't die.


From your very dead friend,
Carrita

I don't even know how I am still alive. Small blood spots splatter the page despite my attempt to shield it. Maybe they can clean it up for me before sending it to Iain. A note from a dead friend is creepy enough, a bloody note from a dead friend is creepy on a whole other level.

I cough, shielding the page from my blood spraying out.

I guess I am going to die and be another face in the crowd, just like Kirito had predictided on the train, fiveish days ago.

I am lost in the woods.

I am alone, all by myself.

I am forgotten.

A happy memory flashes in my head, of in the training center. The closest thing to happy at least. Andy was there with me and Lemon, a smile forms on my dying face and a small happy feeling warms my cold body for a moment as I remember the sound of laughter, echoing in my memories.

Then I remember something we had planned.

Andy had taught me and Lemon a few words in sign language that we were going to use whenever somebody died that relates to our alliance name. Andy had been a thief back in district two, and he needed to know a bit of sign language in case he didn't have an oppourtunity to speak.

I decide to do it. It fits in my horrible context as well as being a reminder to the world of Andesite Obsidian.

I raise my hands and make a crossing motion with them.

Silence

I make a small chopping motion with my left hand.

Will

I make a small platform with one hand and mime a little person falling off with two fingers.

Fall.

Then my arms slump to my chest as fresh tears spring up into my eyes, my arms clutching the paper tightly too me so it doesn't float away.

"Goodbye world. Maybe I will see you again one day." I manage to cough out.

Then I take my final breath.

And
_A
__Canon
___Fires.

[ a small doe ]