.:Why Even Try?:. [Zuka vs. Katie]
Apr 8, 2011 21:47:21 GMT -5
Post by Nervoux on Apr 8, 2011 21:47:21 GMT -5
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Shake me down
Not a lot of people left around
Who knows now
Softly laying on the ground
Not a lot of people left around
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[/i]Shake me down
Not a lot of people left around
Who knows now
Softly laying on the ground
Not a lot of people left around
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[/size][/justify][/blockquote][/color]Walking was becoming a great difficulty for Zuka. She would walk for ten minutes, stop, walk for another ten minutes, trip, collapse, get back up, and then walk. Pain weaved through her broken bones with each slight movement, her legs wobbling under even the slightest pressure. The stick that she was using to help her walk didn't help much, but it gave her slight support... but it would never be as much support as what she lost.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Zuka collapsed in a heap on the ground. Her face layed on it's side, her cheek touching the hot dirt beneath her. There was no soft grass, and definitely no shade, for it was just a large field of rocks. Rocks and dirt... that's it. There was nothing exciting about the large stretch of land, and the heat was sweltering. Sweat streamed down her face and dripped onto the cracked earth, making a slightly dark spot until it disappeared before her eyes. A low groan escaped her as she watched it, she would do anything for water at that moment. Yes, there was water in her satchel... but she was still too cautious to drink it after what happened last time to her and... Nadene.
Nadene. The thought of her ally sent what seemed like a stab through her chest. There seemed to be a hollow feeling inside her, for it was loneliness. Loneliness had been coming over her in waves all day, each time resulting in her crumbling to the ground and pulling her knees up to her chest in a fatal position. Being alone used to be what Zuka loved, for all she wanted to do was talk to the voices in her head and keep to herself. Now, all she wanted was company. The company of Nadene, her only friend... or at least the only person she had actually had a nice conversation with. She needed someone to talk to, to tell her that she wasn't completely insane, to tell her that everything was going to be alright.
She had went mostly her whole life without ever being told someone loved her. Her abusive mother definitely never said it, unless she just wanted Zuka to get her more alcohol or more drugs. Her aunt and uncle barely acknowledged her, for they were always lost in their drunken minds. There was never a friend... never a responsible parent that told her that she was going to be okay. And now it was too late, for she was stuck in an arena where there would never be time to find love or care. She had come close to it... but that definitely ended, it a most cruel way.
Zuka found that she was curled up in a ball again, her forehead resting on her ripped cargo pants. Her tears were dripping onto the material, though they didn't even absorb the liquid. Her thoughts swirled around everything she missed out on, everything she did, the one thing she missed. There was something bothering her about her ally; she was beginning to notice how much she cared about the girl. Maybe it was the lack of affection in her life, forcing her to cling to anything that might be considered loving, or it could be how desperate she was to find someone safe in such a cruel games... she didn't know. What she did know, was that she cared a little bit too much for the girl, despite how little she showed it.Get a grip on yourself Zuka... stop acting like a six year-old.
It was such a small statement, but enough to bring Zuka back to her senses. She nodded to herself, wiping away the stray tears off of her dirty face with the back of her hand. She grabbed her fallen stick, forcing herself to stand up and wobble over to a small rock that stood underneath the sun's intense rays. Zuka grabbed her satchel and slammed it onto the ground. She took out her sweatshirt and tied it around her head, finding that it blocked some of the sun's rays.
As she reached into the satchel, she found herself finding the three weapons contained inside. The sword, the switchblade, and Nadene's switchblade. She couldn't bring herself to use the two things she took from her ally, so she ended up just using the same weapon as always. It had helped her get this far, why not use it to get even farther. Maybe even win. Zuka sighed, tucking it in her belt and positioning herself to be ready for any attack. Moving was too much work right then, for she found herself barely able to move her legs anymore. If a fight came, it would just be her... no one else to watch her back.
More thoughts swarmed her brain as she sat there, waiting for who knows what. Her mind drifted to her aunt and uncle, who were most likely watching at that moment, laughing. Laughing at how weak she appeared for the first time, high fiving each other as they saw how close to death she was. The thought sent another stab of hopelessness through her, bringing something to her attention. Why was she even fighting if she didn't even have anything to go back to? Why was she alive, a girl who was labeled insane and a bitch, and Nadene was dead, who probably had an entire loving family to long for? If Zuka won and went back to District Eleven, her life would still be miserable even with all the riches. There was nothing left for her, for she had lost everything. Why even try anymore?
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In my life I've seen
People walk into the sea
Just to find memories, plagued by constant misery
Their eyes cast down, fixed upon the ground
Their eyes cast down
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[/i][/size]In my life I've seen
People walk into the sea
Just to find memories, plagued by constant misery
Their eyes cast down, fixed upon the ground
Their eyes cast down
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