.:This Will Be the Last Lie:.(Morgana, Open)
Jan 2, 2011 20:04:51 GMT -5
Post by Love(ly) on Jan 2, 2011 20:04:51 GMT -5
~Roland Capshaw~
He wasn't in the mood to go to the training center today. The Hunger Games were drawing to a close, but the blood the murder, was still there. It was easier to train for something he didn't believe in when it wasn't being blasted from the nearest T.V. His parents would accuse him of being lazy again, but he didn't care. He wanted to stay in the house, T.V. off, curtains drawn. The Hunger Games were almost over. It was good, because that meant he could go on with his life, but it was bad, too. When the Hunger Games ended, all he would do was worry. Worry that Pettissa would be in the next Games. Worried that she would volunteer. Worried that he would volunteer, too, just to keep her safe.
It was a stupid thing to still be in love with her. Pettissa didn't love him anymore. Most likely, she never had. All she cared about were the Hunger Games, and winning them. But she couldn't win. Roland knew that. And he also knew that he would die to protect her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was stupid to love her. She would never love him again. And it was all his fault. He was the won that had ended things. He was the one that had decided saying goodbye to her face was better than saying goodbye to her when she was dead. It had been almost a year now. Almost a year, and still Roland hadn't forgiven himself for letting her go.
He had to get out of the house. He was trapped in his own mind, here in the dark of his house. He needed to get out. Surround himself with a crowd so loud, he wouldn't be able to think anymore. He pushed his way out the front door and into the street. The market would be busy this time of day. He could go there. Maybe get something to eat while he was at it. Roland started off down the road. The street was fairly crowded, and getting more crowded as he approached the market. He bumped into a few people, quickly apologizing every time.
There. A fruit stall. With apples, his favorite. He walked a little faster. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone ran across his path. He whacked into the person, sending them to the ground. He bent over to help whoever it was to their feet."Are you alright?"
September lights,
December dawn,
Open my eyes,
Before it's gone
December dawn,
Open my eyes,
Before it's gone
He wasn't in the mood to go to the training center today. The Hunger Games were drawing to a close, but the blood the murder, was still there. It was easier to train for something he didn't believe in when it wasn't being blasted from the nearest T.V. His parents would accuse him of being lazy again, but he didn't care. He wanted to stay in the house, T.V. off, curtains drawn. The Hunger Games were almost over. It was good, because that meant he could go on with his life, but it was bad, too. When the Hunger Games ended, all he would do was worry. Worry that Pettissa would be in the next Games. Worried that she would volunteer. Worried that he would volunteer, too, just to keep her safe.
It was a stupid thing to still be in love with her. Pettissa didn't love him anymore. Most likely, she never had. All she cared about were the Hunger Games, and winning them. But she couldn't win. Roland knew that. And he also knew that he would die to protect her. Stupid, stupid, stupid. It was stupid to love her. She would never love him again. And it was all his fault. He was the won that had ended things. He was the one that had decided saying goodbye to her face was better than saying goodbye to her when she was dead. It had been almost a year now. Almost a year, and still Roland hadn't forgiven himself for letting her go.
He had to get out of the house. He was trapped in his own mind, here in the dark of his house. He needed to get out. Surround himself with a crowd so loud, he wouldn't be able to think anymore. He pushed his way out the front door and into the street. The market would be busy this time of day. He could go there. Maybe get something to eat while he was at it. Roland started off down the road. The street was fairly crowded, and getting more crowded as he approached the market. He bumped into a few people, quickly apologizing every time.
There. A fruit stall. With apples, his favorite. He walked a little faster. Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone ran across his path. He whacked into the person, sending them to the ground. He bent over to help whoever it was to their feet."Are you alright?"
