sibling syndrome ; axel & annisa
Feb 2, 2022 16:01:58 GMT -5
Post by calla on Feb 2, 2022 16:01:58 GMT -5
( early 89th )
A X E L
M O R R I S E N
A X E L
M O R R I S E N
Okay here me out -
I think I'm depressed.
I always thought that mean just being sad, y'know? Like if you're depressed then that means you lie in bed all day and don't do anything except wallow and cry a lot. But I'm not sad. It's weird. I just kinda feel heavy all the time now, like someone replaced their ship anchor with me and it's Axels away!
Anarchy died last night and I don't feel sad. Just heavy.
But it was fast and I was dialing Annie's number before I even fully knew what happened. She didn't say much, and I didn't either. I dunno, I just really thought he'd be the one to come home.
Fake it 'til you make it right?
I miss my fish.
The pantry in Annie's house is stocked well enough to feed the whole District so I haven't left yet. I think having to go back home and watch my dad flip through the channels like nothing even happened would be worse then sitting here in silence so I pulled the quilt off of the guest room bed and decided to camp out on my cousin's couch for a week. Maybe I can just wait here until she comes back.
Someone pounds on the door outside and I turn up the volume on the tv a bit - some baking show that I'm not really paying attention to but serves as good background noise. Nobody should even know I'm here, nobody ever cares anyways, and if they're looking for Annie, they should know she's in the Capitol right now.
I just gotta wait long enough and the knocking will stop. I'm busy anyways - my favourite show's on. Someone's five-layer cake falls off the counter and I think that sums this whole thing up.
I think I'm depressed.
I always thought that mean just being sad, y'know? Like if you're depressed then that means you lie in bed all day and don't do anything except wallow and cry a lot. But I'm not sad. It's weird. I just kinda feel heavy all the time now, like someone replaced their ship anchor with me and it's Axels away!
Anarchy died last night and I don't feel sad. Just heavy.
But it was fast and I was dialing Annie's number before I even fully knew what happened. She didn't say much, and I didn't either. I dunno, I just really thought he'd be the one to come home.
Fake it 'til you make it right?
I miss my fish.
The pantry in Annie's house is stocked well enough to feed the whole District so I haven't left yet. I think having to go back home and watch my dad flip through the channels like nothing even happened would be worse then sitting here in silence so I pulled the quilt off of the guest room bed and decided to camp out on my cousin's couch for a week. Maybe I can just wait here until she comes back.
Someone pounds on the door outside and I turn up the volume on the tv a bit - some baking show that I'm not really paying attention to but serves as good background noise. Nobody should even know I'm here, nobody ever cares anyways, and if they're looking for Annie, they should know she's in the Capitol right now.
I just gotta wait long enough and the knocking will stop. I'm busy anyways - my favourite show's on. Someone's five-layer cake falls off the counter and I think that sums this whole thing up.
