roll call.— [ the breakfast club | post-bb ]
Feb 27, 2022 16:46:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2022 16:46:57 GMT -5
After the remaining sounds of fighting sounded far enough behind us, I directed the three of us to the a large pile of scraps. It was large enough to protect our backside from anyone leaving the scene of the Bloodbath, "Let's stop, take a breather. Figure out what the fuck we're doing." Once we got there I remained standing, leaning against the scrapheap, and went through my supplies from the Bloodbath, trying to remind myself to breathe. I felt my heart shattering over Celeste still. I remember the day her and I talked when we first got to the Training Center.
She had found out about my letter to Luca. I wasn't sure how to handle that at the time, that was something I never intended for anyone else to read. But I'm glad she read it. She told me about her pregnancy she just found out about. And that's the moment I promised myself I'd protect her as much as I could. And here she was, dead on day one. She died right in front of me. And her killer got away.
Some protector I am, right?
Thinking about it all again, a mix of anger and sadness welled up within me. Not thinking I punched the scrap heap behind us, not caring when the broken metal cut up my hand. I punched it again. And again. And again. And then Ellis stopped me, calling me a dumbass on top of it. He didn't get it. Neither of them got it! They didn't know what was lost! We didn't just lose Celeste we lost so much more. But I couldn't bring myself to tell them, not yet anyway.
"So she's fucking dead... where do we go from here? What do we do from here?"
I tried to pace, but my broken foot wasn't having it. Until I noticed buried under some scraps some bandages, about 15 feet of them. I slipped those into my pocket. They wouldn't do much to fix my fucked up foot but at least I could help my hands... the hands I hurt myself. Damn Ellis is right, I am a dumbass.
"And... are you both okay? I know we should have ran sooner but when I saw Celeste I... I just went for it. I couldn't control myself. That girl from Four better watch herself. Because if I find her..."
Was that a thread or a promise? Honestly I couldn't even tell myself really. I just wanted her to hurt. I wanted her family to hurt. Sure, I told Gabriel that good people make bad choices. But there's a difference between a good person having to do a bad thing and what she did. She was happy about it, she gloated about killing a stranger. She was a bitch, through and through.
She had found out about my letter to Luca. I wasn't sure how to handle that at the time, that was something I never intended for anyone else to read. But I'm glad she read it. She told me about her pregnancy she just found out about. And that's the moment I promised myself I'd protect her as much as I could. And here she was, dead on day one. She died right in front of me. And her killer got away.
Some protector I am, right?
Thinking about it all again, a mix of anger and sadness welled up within me. Not thinking I punched the scrap heap behind us, not caring when the broken metal cut up my hand. I punched it again. And again. And again. And then Ellis stopped me, calling me a dumbass on top of it. He didn't get it. Neither of them got it! They didn't know what was lost! We didn't just lose Celeste we lost so much more. But I couldn't bring myself to tell them, not yet anyway.
"So she's fucking dead... where do we go from here? What do we do from here?"
I tried to pace, but my broken foot wasn't having it. Until I noticed buried under some scraps some bandages, about 15 feet of them. I slipped those into my pocket. They wouldn't do much to fix my fucked up foot but at least I could help my hands... the hands I hurt myself. Damn Ellis is right, I am a dumbass.
"And... are you both okay? I know we should have ran sooner but when I saw Celeste I... I just went for it. I couldn't control myself. That girl from Four better watch herself. Because if I find her..."
Was that a thread or a promise? Honestly I couldn't even tell myself really. I just wanted her to hurt. I wanted her family to hurt. Sure, I told Gabriel that good people make bad choices. But there's a difference between a good person having to do a bad thing and what she did. She was happy about it, she gloated about killing a stranger. She was a bitch, through and through.
[ table by kait ]
[ 463 words ]
[ peter webster-văduva picks up 15 feet of bandages from the cornucopia ]
[ 463 words ]
[ peter webster-văduva picks up 15 feet of bandages from the cornucopia ]