sand in every crevice | slay [day 1]
Feb 19, 2023 13:04:32 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 19, 2023 13:04:32 GMT -5
The back of Theo’s head is my guide away from the madness. Sand is dug deep between my fingers, there is a coarse irritant in my nostrils and I can feel the sand everywhere. I have only been treading in it for a couple of minutes.
There is an awkward limp in my gait, thanks to the fists of the two girls that were hurling at me. My fingers are hesitant to loosen on the handle of the knife, its blade now carrying the souvenir from the tribute that got in its way. Is there something I should be feeling right now, after maiming a fellow human being? Because I do not feel anything, just my mind is locked on the quest that brought me here. Determination to find the home that I deserve. By any means necessary. Adrenaline has yet to ease though, especially while I can still hear the grunts and shouts of the tributes that are still clashing behind me. Maybe the crash will come soon. The realization of what I have just had to endure.
”You look terrible Theo,” Finally my district partner stops running, we are far enough from the fight that the tributes are just a spec on the horizon. ”Maybe we should have got out of there sooner. Looks like the others are catching up though…” Honestly Theo looks battered, the courage that is crumbling. I guess the courage forced him to stay put, his treasures match mine but our wounds are far different.
Elm and Svetlana catch up with us and their presence is far from a beaming light. The brains are fully functioning while the heart is barely beating. ”You too Elm! I think you and Theo need to sit down. Svetlana please tell me you listened during first aid training as I have no idea how to help them!” I throw my bag on the ground, its contents far from anything useful. ”I have paper, a bag and a knife. Has anyone done better?”
There is an awkward limp in my gait, thanks to the fists of the two girls that were hurling at me. My fingers are hesitant to loosen on the handle of the knife, its blade now carrying the souvenir from the tribute that got in its way. Is there something I should be feeling right now, after maiming a fellow human being? Because I do not feel anything, just my mind is locked on the quest that brought me here. Determination to find the home that I deserve. By any means necessary. Adrenaline has yet to ease though, especially while I can still hear the grunts and shouts of the tributes that are still clashing behind me. Maybe the crash will come soon. The realization of what I have just had to endure.
”You look terrible Theo,” Finally my district partner stops running, we are far enough from the fight that the tributes are just a spec on the horizon. ”Maybe we should have got out of there sooner. Looks like the others are catching up though…” Honestly Theo looks battered, the courage that is crumbling. I guess the courage forced him to stay put, his treasures match mine but our wounds are far different.
Elm and Svetlana catch up with us and their presence is far from a beaming light. The brains are fully functioning while the heart is barely beating. ”You too Elm! I think you and Theo need to sit down. Svetlana please tell me you listened during first aid training as I have no idea how to help them!” I throw my bag on the ground, its contents far from anything useful. ”I have paper, a bag and a knife. Has anyone done better?”
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