Finding yourself [Oneshots with Fiona]
Nov 16, 2018 22:52:48 GMT -5
Post by * on Nov 16, 2018 22:52:48 GMT -5
Fiona
Twice in a roll, I've had to glimpse up to the sky just in time to see my allies faces light it up. They were both older and younger than I. They both deserved better than the life they were given. Poor Oliver's fate was to be kept a mystery for myself and the surrounding thoughts as to how he died just baffles and scares me. Did he die an easy, fast death or was it long and drawn out as some tributes play with their kill before taking the very light out of their eyes?
Tonight was no different. Carmen's sleeping body is nestled right next to me and I refuse to let her leave my side. Her eyes are stained with tears and puffy from the thought that she herself killed someone. If I had the choice, I would have done it to keep her from having to endure that kind of suffering. Someone that young, it's no wonder there aren't more younger victors. This kind of game is enough to drive anyone to eat mushrooms or even attack their own district partner.
"Maxwell, you have no idea how much I hate you right now. You think you are all mighty for attacking me, when you let your ally die at the hands of someone the same age. You could barely touch me. You are that shitty party favor that Quest mentioned." My voice berates him like the foul human he was. There was no wonder why he refused to even acknowledge me on the train, ignored and blasted me behind my back. He had this planned out the whole time. He does not care for home or for the people, instead, he probably thought that I was going to be the easier target knowing that we do not train or that our reflexes were dumbed down due to the district rules.
"Fuck the capital. You want entertainment yet you refuse us the right to train and does killing innocent children pacify your incoherent dying brain cells?" I scoff, flipping off the dark sky. At this point, my eyes linger upon to Carmen and I can see how the much needed sleep had taken her so fiercely after we tended to the wounds. Stitches and bandages wrapped around her in various places and the red tinted places make my heart hurt for her. She was ganged upon by that little witch and her brother. She was even attacked by my own district partner, but he got his own.
"I hope your head is splitting with a headache you little cockroach." My tongue tastes of negative words spewing profoundly while my ally sleeps. My mind wanders off into the darkness, staring into the void.
"Not sure what will happen, honestly. Gonna have to hurt people I suppose. Just try not to let them change us. I am scared. I saw what happen to Weaver. They jumped him like it was nothing. Don't want that to happen to me. I don't wanna change or anything."...Are you afraid?"
"Yes, Faux. I am afraid. Not of death though. I'm afraid that I will lose myself like I've seen so any others do before me." I hold my breath for a moment. "but I also have to remember you told me that I just don't need to forget who I am. Not to let them change me. Roots is where I started." Inside my bag, I rummage for the notebook that belonged to Faux and turned on the flashlight that belonged to the kid not more than a few hours ago. His memory will live on despite his fate. With the light clicked on, I put the pen to the paper and began yet another series of letters to Faux.
Fiona rolls to catch a word
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