time is like a snail [Cait]

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time is like a snail [Cait] Feb 18, 2012 22:57:23 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Feb 18, 2012 22:57:23 GMT -5

The wind wiped my hair, the night cool on my face. I stared out into the dark no signs of movement anywhere. The streets where abandoned no one in sight. I slowly stepped down off the porch the night swallowed me up, I greeted the darkness like an old friend. My footsteps echoed off the empty streets as I crept forward, towards the edge of the sleeping district. The fence rose before me as I edged closer and closer. I looked around making sure I was isolated and alone. Tears rolled down my cheeks, memories strong in my brain. I remebered the boot, the hard force in my back making me whimper, I remebered crying out for help but no one could hear me. I shuddered at those thoughts the memories of that fatal night. I wiped viciously at the tears but more kept on coming, it was never ending. I gradually calmed myself down, breathing in deeply but my body still shook from the memories of that attack.

I sat on the ground and drew my knees up to my chest trying to keep the warmth in. My pale blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight as I stared out into the night. The ground was cold and damp drawing the heat from my body. My life was miserable, nothing to brighten my day only long hours of work in the field and then looking after my farthers when I had spare time. Slowly I uncurled my body stiff and weak. I then setted off grudgingly to the long journey home.

I was a few streets away when I saw the man. A peace keeper was staggering down the street towards me, I didn't know what to do so I just bolted down the street the opposite way of the peace keeper. "Please," I begged, "don't let this be a nightmare come true." I tripped over the curb in front of me and went flying onto my back. The wind was knocked out of me. I tumbled down the street my hair in my face blocking my view of the appraoching figure. I jumped to my feet gasping for air as I ran the opposite direction of the peacekeeper. My legs started to get sore and tired my run decraesing into a jog and my vision blurry. The last thing I remembered was falling towards the earth and then tumbling into the dark waters of unconsciousness.

Last Edit: Mar 20, 2012 6:41:52 GMT -5 by latisha

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time is like a snail [Cait] Feb 23, 2012 6:57:12 GMT -5

Post by Cait on Feb 23, 2012 6:57:12 GMT -5

Belle Calloway

Doing
Thinking
Talking
Listening

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Singing

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But who is the real me?

I guess there were a number of different was to describe me. Ones that I had often heard other people use included crazy, mischievous, strange and dangerous. All of which were true. But what many people neglected to see was that I wasn't entirely bad, nor entirely crazy. I liked to think of myself as protective, and quite independent, not to mention over-confident. And an even deeper layer of myself was the one that nobody ever saw. The softer, delicate layer of me. The layer which held my singing ability.

I never sang for anyone, only myself, so it was hard to judge whether or not I could actually sing. But the one thing I was certain of was that singing made me happy. Without it, I honestly don't know where I would be. Maybe singing will help fight off the breakdown, I thought to myself, but knew that I wouldn’t be that lucky. No matter what, the breakdowns always happened. But hey, may as well give singing a go. After all, there was nobody here to witness the singing, and even if there was, it wouldn’t take long for me to convince them they were imagining things. So I stopped running, and I sang.

As I walk this same old path
I hope that you will see
That I’m more than just a broken girl
Who wishes to be free
And if by chance I had a moment
To tell you how I feel
I’m sure it wouldn’t even change
The scars I cannot heal

As I finished my little song, I smiled slightly. That was when I noticed something was wrong. There was someone or something here. I saw the little street off to the side and noticed there was a sound coming from there. Slowly, curiously, I walked over, and saw a girl curled up on the ground. I knew the easiest thing to do would be to leave her straight away, but something held me there, leaving me unable to move. As she got up and started running again, I sighed a little, knowing that I wouldn’t need to bother worrying about her anymore. However, as I turned away, I noticed the girl slump to the ground, apparently unconscious. I didn’t know what to do, I stood there gazing at her, unsure of what to do. If I’m near that girl and I have a breakdown… I broke off the thought. I did not want to think about that right now. No matter how bitter and cold I was, I knew better than to leave an unconscious girl in the middle of nowhere. Acting purely on instinct and my subconscious, I ran to the girl, all adrenaline I had previously felt disappearing rapidly. Now all that was left was a sense of dread, knowing that what was to happen next would no doubt end badly.

Pushing the thought away, I approached the unconscious girl and did the only thing my mind could think to do: I dragged her limp body back to where I had come from. Back to the outskirts of District 11. The process was tiring, and as much as I hated physical activity, I knew I had to do this. When I finally reached my previous location, I slumped down on the ground, gasping for breath. And there I water with the unconscious girl, waiting for her to wake up. It was all I could do to stay awake and not follow the same path that this girl had. But I knew I had to manage it for the girl’s sake, so I sat there, protecting the stranger, humming softly to keep myself sane, willing my inevitable “spaz attack” to hold on a little longer. At least until the girl was well away, safe and sound.
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Last Edit: Mar 17, 2012 21:25:35 GMT -5 by Cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.

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time is like a snail [Cait] Mar 4, 2012 23:26:14 GMT -5

Post by latisha on Mar 4, 2012 23:26:14 GMT -5

My eyes fluttered open. My head pounded and my eyes scanned the surroundings. Long grass, slowly dying in the cool weather and wildflowers, of all sorts of colours enveloped me. My heart skipped a beat, I didn't recognise my surroundings and I could hear the steady breathing of someone or thing. I tried not to move not wanting their eyes to wander over my still body. I dug my nails into my thigh trying to stop myself from shouting out. I grimanced in pain as I drew blood, the cool breeze made my leg tickled, blood dripped down into the dirt around me. Tonight I have had such rotten luck, no rest for me, only trying to survive I thought grimmly. My breath was turned into frost as the temperature dropped as the night wore on.

My heart raced as the sun slowly rose into the sky and my eyelids drooped. I slowly rose from my lying down position to tired to worry about the person who sat near me. I took a deep breath and looked up into the face of the unknown. My eyes lingered on her face, a thought or memory stirred in the back of my brain and I wondered if I have seen this girl before. I gradually trailed my eyes down her body looking for any signs of danger but all I could see was really nothing I should flee from. My brown hair turned into a flame of orange as the sun rose higher into the sky. The birds chirped away, it was such a beautiful sound I just really wanted to join in and make some noise as well. My cheecks flushed red as I closed my mouth and snapped out of my daydream feeling embarrassed.

We sat there in peace but the girl looked so fidgety it was like she wanted to run away so far away from me, from everybody. I tried to hide my emotions and the confusion I felt towards the girl that sat a meter away from me. I looked down at the earth disturbed from the years of being tredded on. Suddenly I reached out and picked up nearby stick twirling it between my fingers having the urge to do something. The bark was so smooth but was a deeper brown then usually from the heavy humid air. I felt like I was invading her privacy or that she didn't want me here. I quickly got up off the ground whipping the dirt off my pants.
"umm... I have somewhere I need to be and thank you so much for helping me," I said in a whisper my voice carried along the wind to her ears."Is there anything you need before I go?"
I turned around from the blank stare of the girl but suddenly her voice rang out.

Last Edit: Mar 20, 2012 6:42:34 GMT -5 by latisha

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time is like a snail [Cait] Apr 1, 2012 2:31:59 GMT -5

Post by Cait on Apr 1, 2012 2:31:59 GMT -5

“You can’t break a girl who’s already broken.”

[/right][/size]The night went on, and the air became colder with each passing second. I don’t know how long I stayed there, just waiting for the girl to wake up, but it was long enough for me to go crazy.

But I guess I was already crazy anyway.

The silence was deafening. At one point I had to clamp my hands over my ears, so frustrated with the quietness. Only after I’d performed the action did I realise that it was just blocking out even more sound. As I stuffed my hands back into my jacket pocket, drawing it closer to my body to keep more heat inside, I looked at the girl’s face for the 100th time that night. It didn’t seem right to continue staring at her, and it was kind of stalkerish. The whole situation was bizarre, and I had trouble believing I was foolish enough to still be here.

I just want to help her. But there’s not really much you can do to help out a chick who’s passed out on the forest floor.

Slowly taking my hands out of my pockets, I ran them over the grass on which I was sitting, trying to force some blood into my iron palms. They had become so callused from working out in the fields long hours each day, so instead of being dainty little things that were expected of girls’, they were more masculine hands. I really did hate them, but as I ran my fingers through the soft grass, rubbing the dew over my nails, I couldn’t fault them. Apart from the strange situation I was currently in, the night was beautifully mysterious, and something about the atmosphere made me want to get up and dance. But I would never stoop to such low, childish standards, so instead I would have to make do with humming for the time being.

I think I must have dozed off at some point, because when I next looked around the sun was poking up over the clouds, a small ball of fire just on the horizon. Though I didn’t have time to admire the beauty of the sun rising – I immediately went into over-protective mode. What if a Peacekeeper had seen us? The part of me that was still sane pointed out we’d be dead if we’d been caught, but I hardly heard the small voice over the panic and chaos going on in my mind. If we had been caught out here by a Peacekeeper, I would have died for a girl who I’d never even met before. How pathetic I had been, thinking that I could look after this girl. I should have just left her, but the reminder that neither of us had been harmed kept wriggling its way back into my mind, enhancing the thought that I had done the right thing anyway, and that karma wouldn’t strike yet.

Still, now was as good as a time to be leaving than any other time. Everyone back in the District would probably still be asleep, with a few early birds emerging from the safety of their homes and going out to start a long day’s work in the fields yet again. As I stood up, dusting myself off, I glanced back at the girl again. I still couldn’t understand why I’d gone over to her in the first place, but looking down at the girl’s face, I noticed how young and afraid she must have been. Well, she wasn’t that young, probably only a year or 2 younger than I was. Still, I couldn’t help wondering what she’d been doing roaming around District 11 late at night. I was stupid enough to do it myself, but this girl…? I didn’t understand. She was a closed book, a mystery waiting to be solved.

Maybe that was why I hadn’t left her yet. And, I knew I couldn’t leave her quite yet, with so much more to know about her. Grudgingly, I sat back down and stared right at the girl’s tanned face, waiting for her to awaken. The sooner the better.

As if the heavens above had heard my very thought, the girl’s eyes began to flutter open, and I eagerly peered into them, probably appearing like a creep to the disorientated girl, but not even caring. The girl got a hold of the new surroundings, and fixated her gaze on my own face. Her eyes were so blue, and so mesmerising, that I was forced into a silence of admiration. The silence passed out, mainly because I was too afraid to talk, in case I startled the girl, as well as the fact I was obsessed with her eyes. Wow, maybe I really am a creep…

Shaking my head slightly, I began to open my mouth to speak. I had stayed with the girl, protected her from harm. I at least deserved to know what she had been doing out here. And the sooner I knew, the sooner I could return home. It would be safer for both of us. But before I could even get a word in, the girl in front of me picked up a stick that was lying on the ground, one that I had neglected to notice earlier before. Panicking, I froze, worried that she might try to attack me, but quickly relaxed when I realised she was merely looking for something to do. The whole situation had put me more on edge than usual, so when the girl stood up I jumped in surprise. As she wiped the dust off of her hands, she spoke.

“I have somewhere I need to be. Thank you so much for helping me. Is there anything you need before I go?”

At first I was a little shocked as I took in the words. I’d spent the whole night with this stranger, and now she just expected to leave, without even an explanation? Furious, I stood up rapidly and grabbed the girl’s wrist. “Wait,”[/b] I told her in a hoarse voice, unlike my normal voice, then, realising I must have frightened the girl, released my grip on her wrist. It was my turn to speak now. “Um, sorry. You can’t go, not yet. I just spent a whole night here, making sure you were safe, and that no Peacekeepers came and killed you in your sleep. They can do that, you know,”[/b] I whispered, my eyes glistening darkly. “The least you could do is tell me why I found you lying on the street over there.”[/b] I cocked my head to the side slightly, indicating where I meant, keeping my eyes still locked on the girl. I’d wanted to help her, and I’d achieved my girl. But now it was time for some answers.

“And you can’t hurt a girl who’s already dead inside.”

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{OOC : I'm so sorry I kept you waiting on this D:}

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Last Edit: Apr 1, 2012 2:35:12 GMT -5 by Cait

i always used to be into writing sort of modern abstract
lyricism stuff (that were like) slight vague indications of a feeling.