The Lunatic Within {Open}
Apr 12, 2012 16:40:58 GMT -5
Post by Minerva on Apr 12, 2012 16:40:58 GMT -5
I touched the metal handle, hesitating. But it was fairly early, and no one should have arrived yet. The sound of a songbird triggered all of my hyperactive senses. No sooner had the creature begun its song than I swooped to the ground, grabbed a rock, and threw it in the direction of the singer. Now it was the bird's turn to react. It fluttered feebly away, unscathed. Glowering I took in my surroundings. No one was present to see my anger, so I let myself fume.
I really couldn't afford to let myself snap like that at the slightest provocation. Its just that I hate things that are so damn happy. Good thing no one was nearby. How could they have explained to themself that funny, beautiful, social, Opal Glowbright was thowing rocks at harmless songbirds? No one knows the truth. How hateful, how merciless, how deeply angry I am at everything in the world. I smile sadistically to myself and finally fling open the door to the Career center.
I stand tall in the doorway, and force my face into a socially acceptable expression. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I realize that I'm alone, and I let my smile melt back into a much more natural grimace. I walk over to the javelins and pick one up. Effortlessly I lift one and hurl it towards the dummy. It makes a dull thud as it hits its mark. Perfect. I lift a second javelin and weigh it in my fingers. I wonder what it would sound like going through a human body. I cock my head to one side and look questioningly at the weapon. Would it squish? rip? I shrug and lift the javelin, imagining this time that I'm actually aiming at another person. My "friends", my instructors, my mother, President Snow.
No. No one knows just how insane Opal Glowbright from District 1 is.
I really couldn't afford to let myself snap like that at the slightest provocation. Its just that I hate things that are so damn happy. Good thing no one was nearby. How could they have explained to themself that funny, beautiful, social, Opal Glowbright was thowing rocks at harmless songbirds? No one knows the truth. How hateful, how merciless, how deeply angry I am at everything in the world. I smile sadistically to myself and finally fling open the door to the Career center.
I stand tall in the doorway, and force my face into a socially acceptable expression. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I realize that I'm alone, and I let my smile melt back into a much more natural grimace. I walk over to the javelins and pick one up. Effortlessly I lift one and hurl it towards the dummy. It makes a dull thud as it hits its mark. Perfect. I lift a second javelin and weigh it in my fingers. I wonder what it would sound like going through a human body. I cock my head to one side and look questioningly at the weapon. Would it squish? rip? I shrug and lift the javelin, imagining this time that I'm actually aiming at another person. My "friends", my instructors, my mother, President Snow.
No. No one knows just how insane Opal Glowbright from District 1 is.