The {Danger} Zone | Kay & Kiah

(MAIN/SPEECH/THOUGHTS/OTHER)

Life isn’t simple, it is like a puzzle you have to put the pieces together to get it right, and just like any person you can become frustrated and stab and jab pieces into the wrong spots. That is when life goes wrong. I imagine my puzzle is massive, I don’ even think it is a quarter complete yet… Sometimes I feel as if my puzzle is all wrong as if the person doing it knows nothing and is dumb as life itself. How else can I explain all the wrongs and incidents that have happened in my life? There have been too many, too much for one person to handle. Although I do hope that my puzzle will be complete soon, because there is so much I want to achieve in life, so much I want to do. I’m trying to put the pieces together, but they just won’t fit. Maybe I have the wrong pieces? Or I just don’t know where to go anymore.

Suddenly I was angry. I felt the blood rush to my face and my eyebrows are thrown into a scowl. My parents and everyone I had known had treated me like shit, they had all abandoned me and left me to blame myself and treat it as if it had all been my fault. I was left top pick up all the pieces and put them together and I couldn’t do that. I had been no mare then a child, younger than eight years old. I was abandoned and I will never forget what they did to me and as long as I fucking live I will want my revenge and I will kill those bastards and make them suffer for every second. They had to feel how I did… But no matter what I do I will always be forgotten even when my sister took her last breaths, dead, murdered by hand she barely recognised me. I can still see the look in her eyes. She had gazed at me surprised, fearing who I was. She hadn’t even known I was her sister, not even when she died.

I wanted to scream at the cruelty of the world, I was thirty years old and still terrorised by my past, no matter how far I ran it always caught up to me. Sometimes it grabbed my like a ragdoll and shook everything out of me until I was on the ground sobbing. All I had left was Bambi and no matter how hard I try to talk and believe she is a human, she never will be. There will always be a gaping hole in my heart that yearns for a human companionship, for a relationship that will pull me out of the depression and sadness that drowns me. My only hop id to find someone. But I have never left myself go. I have never and never want to let myself become close to someone. No matter how much someone cares they are human, humans are stupid and can betray you in an instant. None of them understand me. I will never understand them. I gaze numbly at the people in the streets of the Capitol. They knew nothing if the mental battle I thought against. They were blind and ignorant to anything, but their own self desires. They were like me.

I glare at each passing person; they hurriedly avert their gaze from mine. I gave myself a little shack, drawing my attention to the job that I had to do. I was searching for a young Peacekeeper by the name of Seth Rollop, Rodger, Rugert. Fuck that he had some weird last name that I wasn’t bothered with remembering. Names aren’t important unless you need to know a person for future reference. What counted was appearances. If you knew a face you knew that person as well as you knew yourself, unless you were like me and had no clue who you were or what you wanted. My pale blue eyes scan the crowd of the bust street. I was quiet, unusual for a Saturday morning. My eyes flicker to the sky where large dark clouds hand low to the ground carrying the threat of rain. I scowl at them, glaring. I hated rain. I hated getting wet. I take a deep breath and my scowl darkens as the familiar smell of rain in the air is carried to me. I trudge further down the street. My mind wanderers off as I stare into the empty shops and the blackened windows of so many of the shops that littered this street.

Odd, I thought.

A guy, I don’t know who the fuck he is decides to bump into me. I growl and grab him by the shirt. People did not bump into me. The rage surged through me and I through the gut onto a window of the shop, the glass cracked and I wrapped my hand around the guys collar holding him inches off the ground. I was much stronger then I looked. I snarl at the guy trying to frighten him. The anger takes control and I shove him harder against the glass. “What are you playing at you fucking idiot? Huh?” I snarl. I shake the guy harder. “You think you can just bump into me? Do you know who the fuck I am?” I growl. I was pissed and having a shitty day. I knew I was going to far, but he had pushed me too far. People all my life had treated me like shit and I was like a bomb reader to explode. I had already had a continuous poundings on my frail mental control and this guy just went ahead and smashed it. I was sick of it.

I ignore all the people on the street and keep myself focused on the little fucker in front of me. Let the people watch. Let them see how crazy I am. Then maybe they might just leave me alone for good.