girl, where do you think youre going? [frankel]
Jan 28, 2018 5:22:10 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Jan 28, 2018 5:22:10 GMT -5
Sancha Viel
tell me something
that I need to know
then take my breath and
Sancha was on yet another one of her hunches to find the horse that she lost. She had spent months looking for Betsy, but as the time had passed, she was starting to give up hope. She knew that she could only do so much. There would be a time where Sancha had searched the entire district and when she came up with nothing, that would be the time when she knew she would have to give up hope. Until then though, she would go off every hunch she could in order to find something. Anything to find the horse that she raised. That she took care of. She was the object of her happiness, and while that might have been sad, she was sticking too it.
Today, her search was leading her to a place that she hadn’t been to before. She was told that there was a shack on the riverbed that was big enough to hold a horse. Of course, Sancha hoped that the people that bought Betsy wouldnt keep her somewhere isolated. She hoped that she would be on a big farm somewhere. She would be able to run free and do what her heart was content with. However, Panem was a world of business, and she understood that maybe keeping her isolated might have also been a reality. A reality that Sancha didn’t want to live in. That’s what scared her though. That there was a reality like that. One that would treat something she loved like it was nothing. Like it didn’t have feelings or a soul. It made her blood boil. To say the least.
She ended up locating the shack and went up to it without much thought. She didn’t think that there might be someone watching her. She didn’t think that there would be some kind of trap. She didn’t think. She just did. That was probably one of her most defining characteristics. She was spontaneous and short tempered to both. That probably came from not having any siblings to keep her in check. She looked around her to see that there was no one watching, so she flung the door open to the shack to find that there was nothing in it. Not even a broom. She sighed, knowing that she couldn’t be made about it. She had to figure that there would be a lot of times where she would feel the feeling that she was feeling right now.
Despair. Hopelessness. Doubt.
Maybe one day she would feel something more. She would be happy once again. Maybe she would be able to find a way to compartmentalize the fact that Betsy would probably never come back to her. That she was gone for good. However, she wasn’t willing to think that. She wanted to live in her world of hope, and that was something that she knew anyone could understand. After all, there was no hope here for anyone.
So she went towards the edge of the riverbed and took a long deep breath before sitting and watching the water flow down in a cascading motion. She was at an impasse, and she really thought that she wasn’t ever going to be happy again. However, she kicked off her shoes and slid her feet into the water, not thinking about anything other than the fact that she was always going to be hopeful.
It was what she was willing to hold onto after all.
never let it go
if you just let me invade your space
ill take the pleasure, take it with the pain
PAT: 575
