Being my Brother's Keeper [Shelby VT]
Jun 1, 2017 22:10:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 22:10:06 GMT -5
Curse Jinx
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We gave Curse a traditional District Four funeral. Sent out to see on a burning pyre as the sun sets, the diamonds dancing on the ocean surface. It is the way we would have gone out. He gave it his all and yet it wasn’t good enough; though nothing was good enough when it came to Shelby. She somehow managed to win it all, standing against 3 Careers, killing two of them in the Finale, and holding down the Wealth on her own in the beginning. I should have known she would have won, but I still hoped. It is what Curse gave me, it’s what he gave all of us. Curse helped her figure out who she is, and she gets the rest of her goddamn life to live it out when 51 others lay buried in the ground. 6 others burning out in the sea alongside Curse. 7 fires too many tonight. Giving him one last kiss on the forehead is what made it real for me. There was no warmth radiating from him like there used to be, just stillness. I never get to hear him laugh again, I never get to hear him comfort again, I never get to hear him again.
I still don't understand why he did it, and I'll never get that answer either. Now I get to stand behind my family at the base of the stage as Shelby gives her remarks to the District. The sky is blanketed in dark and thick clouds, threatening to open down upon us. I hope they do, they would provide a cover for my tears, though I can't cry. Older brothers aren't allowed to weep, we have to be strong, and protective, there to support our younger siblings at all cost. I failed with Curse, I can't fail with the others as well. Shelby continues on, and I tune her out because if she says anything about Curse, I will lose it. My fingers digging into Spell's collarbones as her voice drones over the crowd. She shrugs my hand off of her, and I do my best to relax my hand, knowing well enough that I get to see her soon.
When she finishes, she turns and walks into the Justice Building, no remorse, no joy, her face and body language all read blank. I follow in briskly, my family following close behind. I need to know why she gets to live while Curse burns away on the ocean. I need to know why she gets to go through this when this belonged to Curse. I need to know why she killed Curse.
I get to the room she is hosting guests in, and I storm in, angry about the fact that I lost my favorite brother. Knowing that she was the one to do it, but knowing that she had no choice in the situation. I know that she had chosen to go into the Arena, but she didn't choose to run into Curse, they had not interacted before, and yet they fought. And now Curse is dead. And now I am standing here, seething with anger and tears in my eyes, ready to lose it. I stare at Shelby in the eye, seeing her pain, while different than mine knowing that her pain is real, and I lose it. Tears openly run down my face as I run towards Shelby and take her in my arms, knowing very well that it is most likely an invasion of her privacy, but I don't care right now. This needs to happen for me. Somehow I know I speak for Curse when I tell her through my sobs,
"Curse would be happy for you. I just miss him very much."
We gave Curse a traditional District Four funeral. Sent out to see on a burning pyre as the sun sets, the diamonds dancing on the ocean surface. It is the way we would have gone out. He gave it his all and yet it wasn’t good enough; though nothing was good enough when it came to Shelby. She somehow managed to win it all, standing against 3 Careers, killing two of them in the Finale, and holding down the Wealth on her own in the beginning. I should have known she would have won, but I still hoped. It is what Curse gave me, it’s what he gave all of us. Curse helped her figure out who she is, and she gets the rest of her goddamn life to live it out when 51 others lay buried in the ground. 6 others burning out in the sea alongside Curse. 7 fires too many tonight. Giving him one last kiss on the forehead is what made it real for me. There was no warmth radiating from him like there used to be, just stillness. I never get to hear him laugh again, I never get to hear him comfort again, I never get to hear him again.
I still don't understand why he did it, and I'll never get that answer either. Now I get to stand behind my family at the base of the stage as Shelby gives her remarks to the District. The sky is blanketed in dark and thick clouds, threatening to open down upon us. I hope they do, they would provide a cover for my tears, though I can't cry. Older brothers aren't allowed to weep, we have to be strong, and protective, there to support our younger siblings at all cost. I failed with Curse, I can't fail with the others as well. Shelby continues on, and I tune her out because if she says anything about Curse, I will lose it. My fingers digging into Spell's collarbones as her voice drones over the crowd. She shrugs my hand off of her, and I do my best to relax my hand, knowing well enough that I get to see her soon.
When she finishes, she turns and walks into the Justice Building, no remorse, no joy, her face and body language all read blank. I follow in briskly, my family following close behind. I need to know why she gets to live while Curse burns away on the ocean. I need to know why she gets to go through this when this belonged to Curse. I need to know why she killed Curse.
I get to the room she is hosting guests in, and I storm in, angry about the fact that I lost my favorite brother. Knowing that she was the one to do it, but knowing that she had no choice in the situation. I know that she had chosen to go into the Arena, but she didn't choose to run into Curse, they had not interacted before, and yet they fought. And now Curse is dead. And now I am standing here, seething with anger and tears in my eyes, ready to lose it. I stare at Shelby in the eye, seeing her pain, while different than mine knowing that her pain is real, and I lose it. Tears openly run down my face as I run towards Shelby and take her in my arms, knowing very well that it is most likely an invasion of her privacy, but I don't care right now. This needs to happen for me. Somehow I know I speak for Curse when I tell her through my sobs,
"Curse would be happy for you. I just miss him very much."
