a.break.from.it.all [shrimpeh]
Nov 6, 2010 21:02:17 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Nov 6, 2010 21:02:17 GMT -5
Gage Cooper
.|Here's my Bio|.
Oh I've been going through a hell of a time
Making sense of all that you left behind
When I arrange it into columns and lines
I always think it's adding up, but it never does.
Your eyes never truly open to see all the things around you until you've witnessed enough hurt and pain. The kind that makes those innocent ones cringe from the sight, or the kind that makes you want to let all the bile forming in your mouth go. My eyes were innocent, ones that only ever read about the horrible lives people lived. The fiction books were the only things that opened up the dark side of the world. That was until all I saw was hurt, through the eyes of my old co-worker.
She always had a look of confusion, as if she didn't know what to feel. When our lips touched for the first time, it seemed like all she would've felt were conflicting feelings. When she said love, the same look was in her eyes, showing the emotional pain she must've been going through. None of that could compare to my pain though, both physical and emotional. My arm was still tied up in a sling, the bruises still covering my whole body. The results of a horrible accident, that I really had no control over.
The doctor kept explaining to me that it was my fault. I was the one that walked off the side of the cliff, and hit the ledge. At first, I didn't actually understand her, because I didn't remember anything about the accident. Then, once the injuries were more prominent, I remembered. But I still can't remember that it was my decision, or why I even would do that. The events before that are so hazy in my mind. The girl, who's name is one of those memories that left, caused me so much pain. What kind of pain though, and why I had it is a mystery still. And it sucks because I know I'll never get the memories back.
The path from the hospital to the forest has acted like my third home for the past month. The hospital, being the second, has me under an exercise period, so I can get back the strength I had before I decided to fuck my body up. They hope to make me stronger than I've ever been, which really isn't that hard. And I can't say I hate the exercise. The energy that I have, the extra strength. It's a huge gift that I get from just jogging down the path for an hour, and working out in the gym they have for an hour or two.
It also provides a way to communicate with the citizens that walk down the path too. They keep me updated on the current news of the Capitol, the Games, everything. The Games are a difficult topic though, seeing as one of the tributes is already gone, and another still remains. Nobody really knows if they could be talking to a sibling or friend of one of the tributes. Still, it provides a way for me to try and be more social. The accident did alot more than break my bones, bruise my body, or ruin my memory. It made me wake up, and try and get more friends.
That's why I stop when I see the beautiful girl just a bit away. My heart has only ever felt attraction once in it's life of beating, but that girl has left no impression. I can't even remember her name, let alone her face. So, when my heart starts beating faster, I know I have to meet this girl, to try and get the feeling of attraction once more. But I can remember that girl. She was my co-worker or something. The memories confuse me, and the only way to stop would be to talk to the girl. My feet carry me over to her. My tongue runs across my dried lips, preparing them for the speech that is to come.
"Hi. Name my is Gage." I stammer, and then put my head into my hands. This is why you were never social Gage.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/justify]