beautiful liar ( arcadia x nessa, day 3 )
Nov 14, 2023 18:18:22 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Nov 14, 2023 18:18:22 GMT -5
Alone, I run until my lungs burn. Until I can think of nothing but the pain that ripped through my side as I tried to control my breathing. My chest heaves as I bend over, my hands clutching my knees. After my confrontation with Jack I had fled into the stairwell, nearly falling down a full flight of stairs in my scramble to escape Jimmy’s killer and his allies. It had been a foolish move that could have gotten me killed and for what? I had left myself utterly defenceless against 3 other tributes armed to the teeth.
The way I had behaved reminded me of Flynn. Maybe it was in my blood to react that way. Or maybe it was evidence that I was slowly starting to splinter, edging closer to my breaking point. And who could blame me? From the moment I can remember the world has continuously tried to break me down.
From Flynn volunteering for the games. From being forced to watch as he fought to survive in an arena that was so determined to take him down. And then my grandfather, and the revelation of his dark secrets and his attempt on mine and my sisters life. And then his execution.
And then there was Jimmy.
My fists clenched tightly, my nails biting into the wound beds of the cuts that had formed earlier. I couldn’t save him. I should have forced him into that elevator. Even if it had meant dragging him by his ear. I should have tried harder, I should have fought harder. I should have been better. Then maybe… Maybe I wouldn’t be so alone. Alone in an arena filled with people who wanted to see me dead.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I angrily wiped at them before wiping at my nose with the sleeve of my uniform. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, damnit!” I demand, forcing myself to take deep calming breaths. And for a moment I thought that they might have worked, but a sob climbs up my throat, and the tears begin to spill more freely. “Damnit!” I choke, as I slam my palm into the wall of the stairwell.
“Pull yourself together,” I demand, as I wipe my eyes and pull my shoulders back.
After another moment I slip through the stairwell door and slip into the dining hall where I come face to face with Arcadia.
I stared at the girl with tear stained cheeks. I don’t smile at her like I had in the past, instead I find my arms folding across my chest, and I click my tongue in annoyance. I had heard the rumours of her little love dalliance with Jackson Reeves. Rumour had it that they were more than just a fling. And just the idea of her and Jackson Reeves was enough for me to lose any respect I had for her.
“I knew you were into bad boys, and that was cool, cause you know, who doesn’t want a little mystery and danger in their life to spice things up a little.” My head cocks to the side slightly as I study her, “but a child murderer? Ugh, just the thought of it is enough to make me barf.” I pause, searching her eyes for a reaction.
“Your boyfriend says hi.”
The way I had behaved reminded me of Flynn. Maybe it was in my blood to react that way. Or maybe it was evidence that I was slowly starting to splinter, edging closer to my breaking point. And who could blame me? From the moment I can remember the world has continuously tried to break me down.
From Flynn volunteering for the games. From being forced to watch as he fought to survive in an arena that was so determined to take him down. And then my grandfather, and the revelation of his dark secrets and his attempt on mine and my sisters life. And then his execution.
And then there was Jimmy.
My fists clenched tightly, my nails biting into the wound beds of the cuts that had formed earlier. I couldn’t save him. I should have forced him into that elevator. Even if it had meant dragging him by his ear. I should have tried harder, I should have fought harder. I should have been better. Then maybe… Maybe I wouldn’t be so alone. Alone in an arena filled with people who wanted to see me dead.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I angrily wiped at them before wiping at my nose with the sleeve of my uniform. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry, damnit!” I demand, forcing myself to take deep calming breaths. And for a moment I thought that they might have worked, but a sob climbs up my throat, and the tears begin to spill more freely. “Damnit!” I choke, as I slam my palm into the wall of the stairwell.
“Pull yourself together,” I demand, as I wipe my eyes and pull my shoulders back.
After another moment I slip through the stairwell door and slip into the dining hall where I come face to face with Arcadia.
I stared at the girl with tear stained cheeks. I don’t smile at her like I had in the past, instead I find my arms folding across my chest, and I click my tongue in annoyance. I had heard the rumours of her little love dalliance with Jackson Reeves. Rumour had it that they were more than just a fling. And just the idea of her and Jackson Reeves was enough for me to lose any respect I had for her.
“I knew you were into bad boys, and that was cool, cause you know, who doesn’t want a little mystery and danger in their life to spice things up a little.” My head cocks to the side slightly as I study her, “but a child murderer? Ugh, just the thought of it is enough to make me barf.” I pause, searching her eyes for a reaction.
“Your boyfriend says hi.”
( scavenges vending machine )
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