Through Death's Eyes (Axel)

Sierra took a drag of her cigarette. She let it linger for a moment, the thick smoke came out in a circle and flew away into the night. She sighed and straightened her dress and wished she could close her eyes for once and make it all go away. The stress of the day, of being monitored by some irritating twit who couldn't understand why she even felt anything at all. To them she presented one face, that face was all that truly mattered. She turned her gaze back to the edge and wondered if her life really made that much a difference in the grand scheme of things.

Yes, her death would be deemed a tragic accident. Likely because of her publicity she would have a grand funeral perhaps with a presidential appearance and a trip to a graveyard in the Capitol. Yet, life would go on without her. No one would bother to question why she had done what she did. Or even more so they would barely pause to care. She took a deep breath of air and puffed on her cigarette again.

Her feet found the edge and she had not realized how far she was leaning over. The world looked so different from up here. Things seen below appeared like miniature toys. The lights somehow seemed brighter coming from the buildings. And yet, she couldn't think of anything but ending this vision...of hiving her some peace.

The last thing she expected was to be stopped. She felt herself jerked back from the edge, her body yanked into space. She felt her hair fall into her face and she rolled her eyes. It was probably some nitwit from below sent to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. She forgot they had those. Sierra felt like kicking her feet and putting up a fuss but really, did it make that much difference? Instead, she let herself be sat down on a pile of wood.

Ok, she did disapprove of this. Wood could cause splinters or get her outfit messed up. She straightened her outfit and ran a hand over her hair, staring at the man more out of curiosity than anything else. She took another pull on her cigarette and raised an eyebrow waiting for him to speak. And of course he did:

Okay dollface, spill it, suicide is inexusable to me, what was going through your head? No matter what it was you have no reason to consider suicide.

Sierra sighed and waited for him to finish the speech. Secretly she knew now he was an imbecile. Who wouldn't want to leave this place? How did he believe this junk anyway? Anything had to be better than this. But of course, she had to paste on the Capitol winning smile and stare at him with her doll like eyes.

She debated for a moment. Should she tell him the truth? At this point it could not hurt much. She stood up and paused to think. She had thought it was a good idea, a foolproof one too. And now look what she had gotten into. So much for that. She circled him for a few minutes, watching his movements.

"How is it inexcusable? Death is noble. People die for Panem every day. Sometimes its on the inside...sometimes not. But we all must make sacrifices sometimes whether or not we like them. Is this not right? Or would you disagree?"

She smiled darkly and took a drag. The smoke ring floated past her form and she nodded to herself. This was true and would be quite difficult to get her locked up for it. Sometimes even suicide was noble...even that had a reason. She looked off into the distance for a moment, walking back towards the edge.

"Can you tell me why those other 'dolls' died? Why I'm their replacement? Why they don't expect all of the 'dolls' will someday die?"

She was more curious than anything else. This was all true of course. She wondered why she was brought here and what made them think she wouldn't eventually end up like that. She almost laughed...almost, at the thought that they believed everything was just perfect. They dressed these girls up in these cute clothes and promised them a life of joy...when in reality they were only part of the consumer culture. Everything they did was part of that world...even their own lives. Where they went, what they ate and wore, was all monitored and published. And honestly it made Sierra a little sick.

She looked back at the man who helped her. She didn't mean to offend him really...just point out the obvious. She reached into her purse and pulled out another cigarette and held it out to him. "Want one? They're not bad...really." She gave a small smile and hunted down a lighter in her purse as well. She dropped hers and crunched out the flame underfoot, lighting a new one for herself. "I hope your not offended by all of this. It's just...it's true you know?"

She puffed on the cigarette letting it linger near her lips for a bit too long. Her smile didn't fade it just became more lost. She looked like a painting...a solid image of a girl against the backdrop of the sky. Her makeup highlighted her features and got rid of anything no one wanted to see. Even now she supposed she met their expectations. Even in a time of being normal she was well...a doll. A perfect living image of what they wanted. What she wanted was washed away leaving nothing anymore in its wake.

She gripped her purse tighter to her and held out the unlit cigarette, holding it closer now to the man. "Well, you want it or not? I won't bite you know. Name's Sierra...Sierra Cross. You? Or should I not be asking that right now?" She chuckled. "Why don't you tell me about yourself...hmm? Has to be more well...anti-depressing than this,yes?" Her comments were meant to disengage, to set him off his guard. And Sierra was rather good at this kind of thing. She had years of expertise over this man for sure.

Word Count: 1047
Tag: Axel
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