Thoughts of comfort [8th games. D7 Train]
Apr 16, 2023 22:40:40 GMT -5
Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Apr 16, 2023 22:40:40 GMT -5
l u j a m a h d a v i .
"Money is the reason we exist
Everybody knows it, it's a fact (kiss, kiss)"
The slaughter train was nicer than I expected. In my mind I thought we would have been kept in cages right from the get go up until we were released into the arena. Instead the pillows were soft and a table with water and wine were provided. No food in sight. I could feel the beginning of what was hunger build up in my stomach as I tried to piece together what happened possibly less than an hour ago. Both mine and Kaiden’s names were called. Both of us were headed towards death. Best case, one of us makes it back. Worst case, we both die horrible deaths.
My stomach rumbles and interrupts my thoughts, I really should have woken up earlier and ate something.
How did we end up here. It was supposed to be just like all the years before where we showed up. Kaiden annoyed that I was running late like always and I was annoyed that he was annoyed with me. We would have sighed of relief and our brown eyes would glance towards each other in an ever so moment of truce. Safe another year. We were supposed to make excruciatingly painful small talk on our long journey home where mom and dad would have a nice home cooked meal waiting for us. We would have all said our thanks that we could live another year in peace. All was supposed to go back to normal. Right in this moment, all I wanted was normal.
I pick up the jar of red wine and place it on my mouth as I take a sip. Bitter. My face scrunched as the flavor took over and the slight burn of alcohol passed down my throat. It was awful. However, it did not stop me from taking another long sip from the jug. The glasses spread across the table were probably meant for the purpose of drinking from but something about drinking from the jug just seemed appropriate.
The train sped across the districts and I kept glancing outside to see what life was like outside of seven. How the others lived. I kicked my feet up onto the chair that was in front of me, staring out of the window ignoring my brother who was right there with me. I did not want to have to acknowledge him. Acknowledging him would mean that I would have to accept he was right there with me. He infuriated me, his relationship with dad made me want to scream, his resentment made my skin crawl. Most days we could not stand each other but right now I could not stand being here with him. I longed to wake up and for all of this to be a bad dream. I wanted to be bickering with him on our front porch. He was literally my other half, all the things I was not. In time it felt like he was the best of mom and dad, and I was the worst.
Kaiden did not deserve to be here, something deep down inside of me murmured that this was my punishment for all the family’s my mom and I destroyed to cover our backs.
Uncle Zaid would have made it back home now, broken the news to mom and dad. Told them of how their children were being sentenced to death with only the ghosts of those who came before to guide us. Would mom finally shed a tear, would she show any sign of emotion? Would dad even outlive us or would he die without the care of my brother. Would they still eat that nice dinner they were preparing for when we safely returned?
”Hey Kaiden, do you think mom would have thrown a plate at Uncle Zaid when broke the news”?” the idea of mom throwing a temper tantrum when she heard the news comforted me. I turned to face my brother with a puzzling looked scribbled onto my face, ”How do you think dad reacted”?”