'can't let go so hold on tight' [shrimp]
Jun 13, 2011 18:49:02 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Jun 13, 2011 18:49:02 GMT -5
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[/blockquote][/justify][/size][/td][/tr][/table][/center]Careful planning was required for any time I wanted to leave the house. It would depend on the time of day, the crowd and how much pain I was in. Yeah, the doctors gave me quite a few pills to dull it when needed and I had been using them often enough, but it was still a factor in my equation. Too much people walking around the square meant possible embarrassment. Too much pain meant a horrible time. And the time of day was because of the Games. Because of Katie Morven. Because I couldn't stop thinking about the District Three Female Tribute who was just one kill away from coming home. Just one kill away from having a few more moments with me. Although, that was for my benefit only. As far as I knew, she only considered me as a friend, if that.
Then again, what was she to me? I felt just as awkwardly weird about her as she probably felt about me. It was really tough to pinpoint the exact feeling because I really didn't have an idea what half of the feelings human feel are. Anything that had to do with love. So I didn't even know if it was just a crush or if she just reminded me of my family. Either way, it killed me inside to watch her on the tv. But she was so close to coming home. Only one tribute stood in her way. A legless one at that. That's why I liked going out at night. I could ignore the screen in the square because it probably showed some interview or some sleeping tributes.
But it wasn't like that yesterday. No. Everybody had seemed a little off that day. I just thought it was because the fumes were getting to everybody. It was dark out so I put on my glasses. That seemed to give me a better view on things. I wish I hadn't. The gate to the forest was a little to my left, so I steered away. There was a small group of three people gathered there anyways and I didn't feel like challenging any of them. The people who enjoyed the night life weren't always good people. Some of them were fairly violent and the tall guy didn't exactly look friendly. However, I ignored them and moved towards the Square. A group of drug dealers were leaning against the wall, mumbling between themselves. See what I mean?
Then the screen came into view. I normally threw brief glances at it, but something attracted me. It was actually light on the screen, not showing a night shot. I should've turned away. However, the girl on the screen made me increase my speed. I rushed into the square, running right up in front to get a good look. And it was the last thing I ever wanted to see. Katie Morven's picture lit up in the sky. And on the ground, next to the crippled girl, was the body of the one girl who I ever felt anything for. With a hole in her chest that was filled with a sword. Dead. Stone cold dead.
Like I wanted to be. Like I wanted to be more than ever before. Let's face it. I was never a happy person. I did what I needed to do. But I was never winning in life. I wanted to peel my eyes from the screen but the bloody wound held my gaze. "For fuck sakes. No." I said quietly, looking around at the others who really didn't give a shit about the Morven girl. Just another tribute. Well, her name is Katie Morven and she was easily the nicest person you'd ever meet you ungrateful bastards! Be happy that your children weren't in there fighting for their lives. Don't run around and play kids. Be happy that you or somebody you care about wasn't dead on the screen. But I wasn't lucky.
I could finally look away once they changed to an interview with the winner's district mates. Making my way to the closest wall, I drop to my knees. I can't stand. My legs are like noodles. Really unlucky noodles. Hanging my head, I lean against the solid surface. Then the rain starts. Glum and dark like my mood. But nothing could really help me. Katie Morven was dead. And it actually felt like I was too.
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credit to shrimp