get your knuckles bloody for me | {team titans leisure}
Nov 6, 2021 23:20:45 GMT -5
Post by dars on Nov 6, 2021 23:20:45 GMT -5
Pulsar- a thrum of a heart thrum thrum thrum thrum thrumming along to the beats of a cacophonous crater and she was...
She-
She remembered who she was. She remembered. She remembered Gavin's desperation as he tried to save her and she felt the warmth of him next to her as she faded in and out of consciousness- surprise surprise, she was the weak link all along. She remembered Cecily's valiant attempts of saving everyone's dignity. Pity she'd lost hers somewhere along the second or third gunshot. She remembered Sasha doing the worst- becoming the worst. For her. For Aneesa. For a second, for a night. Delaying the inevitable. Aneesa felt such shame for doubting her, for making such harsh judgements. She'd been wrong. Sasha was the one thing. She reached out for her in the haze- somehow reaching over Gavin and Cecily, who'd been tag-teaming carrying the bulk of Aneesa's weight. She was so weak. She was so weak. She was so weak. She-
She was there. Not here. Not her. She lived an entire eternity out in her head where she was strong enough to be okay with what just happened and in that eternity, she and Gavin and Sasha followed Cecily out of this hellhole and it turned out District 13 really did exist and they got to live their lives, long and happy, and they'd even save their loved ones and they'd all just be a huge, happy family together and things would be okay. Not now, not soon, but someday. Someday.
She blinked blankly at the shadows of a person she knew she loved. Mom?
Her features perked and lessened in age and the eyes grew just a hint darker and the lips a bit thinner and- Cecily. She cried. She wept. She slept. She did not dream, it was a black sleep. A quiet one. A sad and horribly, horribly lonesome one.
When she woke, she saw herself below, missed what it was like to be okay, and, quite terrifyingly, snapped with the realization that nothing would ever, ever be okay again.
There.
She-
She remembered who she was. She remembered. She remembered Gavin's desperation as he tried to save her and she felt the warmth of him next to her as she faded in and out of consciousness- surprise surprise, she was the weak link all along. She remembered Cecily's valiant attempts of saving everyone's dignity. Pity she'd lost hers somewhere along the second or third gunshot. She remembered Sasha doing the worst- becoming the worst. For her. For Aneesa. For a second, for a night. Delaying the inevitable. Aneesa felt such shame for doubting her, for making such harsh judgements. She'd been wrong. Sasha was the one thing. She reached out for her in the haze- somehow reaching over Gavin and Cecily, who'd been tag-teaming carrying the bulk of Aneesa's weight. She was so weak. She was so weak. She was so weak. She-
She was there. Not here. Not her. She lived an entire eternity out in her head where she was strong enough to be okay with what just happened and in that eternity, she and Gavin and Sasha followed Cecily out of this hellhole and it turned out District 13 really did exist and they got to live their lives, long and happy, and they'd even save their loved ones and they'd all just be a huge, happy family together and things would be okay. Not now, not soon, but someday. Someday.
She blinked blankly at the shadows of a person she knew she loved. Mom?
Mom?
Her features perked and lessened in age and the eyes grew just a hint darker and the lips a bit thinner and- Cecily. She cried. She wept. She slept. She did not dream, it was a black sleep. A quiet one. A sad and horribly, horribly lonesome one.
When she woke, she saw herself below, missed what it was like to be okay, and, quite terrifyingly, snapped with the realization that nothing would ever, ever be okay again.
