No Relief In Waking {mutt}
Apr 20, 2012 23:56:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2012 23:56:36 GMT -5
Don't you fret, my dear.
It'll all be over soon.
I'll be waiting here,
For you.
Run fast as you can.
No one has to understand.
Fly high, across the sky.
From here, to Kingdom Come...[/tt][/i]
- Narration
- Thought
- Other's Speech
- Speech
"Kaelyn, Kaelyn! What're you doing after school?" It was Able, my 'rich' friend. She was not from the Seam. It was obvious with her long, bleach blonde hair and her sea green eyes. I envied her so. She reminded me of my mother. Tall and lanky, blonde and beautiful, the superior class of Distrist 12. Me, on the other hand, am the lower class. "Uh, I have to take care of the kids again." I answered. She had been asking me all week to do something with her, and each time I had refused. Truth is, I didn't have to really babysit. I just was ashamed of being from the Seam. "Oh... Alright then...[/i] I could see she was disappointed. The way she looked down at her desk and traced one of the names. I don't enjoy hurting people, but, I don't really like socializing. The bell rung; symbolizing the end of the school day. I stood up and stretched, grabbing my things. I walked out of the classroom and to my dainty little locker. I dialed the numbers 11-35-22 and it opened. I shoved all of my books, paper, and pencils into it and slammed it shut. I shoved my way through the hallways and stepped outside. Its a nice, calm, spring afternoon. The birds chirping, the wind still, the flowers in bloom. Early spring, my favorite time of year.
"Mother! Stop it! Please!"[/i] I stumbled over the small couch and fell onto the hard floor. The table caught my fall and I felt a stinging pain on my right cheek. I lifted my arm to shield my face from the knife my mother held in her hands. She's drunk again. Tears were welled up in my eyes, but I won't let them fall. "Why should I? All you do is ruin my life! That's all you kids ever do! You're the biggest mistake I've ever made!" I jumped up and headed for the kitchen. She had a knife; I needed one. When I reached the kitchen, I opened up the silverware drawer and grabbed the smallest, sharpest knife. I don't want to hurt her... I just want to make her feel our pain. I turned around and she was standing before me. Eyes wide, and breath deluting a stench of white liquor, "Now, what do you think you're doing Evera? Gonna act like your sister? You gonna try to win? Well, that didn't work out for her very well now, did it?"[/i] That is it! I can't stand this anymore. "Don't you dare talk about Evelyn! She was more of a mother than you were! I hate you. Go back to Hell where you belong!"[/i]
A jolt of adrenaline rushed through me and I knew I couldn't stop now. I ran over to her and raised my right hand, knife enclosed in it. I can't hurt her, I can't. Put the knife down, Evera. You're making the wrong decision. I listened to that little voice inside my head and quickly dropped the knife and backed away. "What's the matter? You scared?"[/i] God dammit. I was so tired of hearing her. I intend to at least knock her out for a while. I turned to walk away, but I felt her hand on my shoulder. I jerked back around and punched her straight in the jaw. It didn't take her down. She advanced on me and I felt the pain. Blood trickled down my left shoulder and I grabbed my knife from the floor. I didn't want to kill her, so I aimed at her leg. I ducked at her drunken swing and nailed her in the calf. A cry of pain ripped from her mouth and I ran. I didn't care where I was going, I was just running. I ran out the paint chipped door and down the dirt road of the Seam. The farther I ran, the better I felt. The safer I felt. I ran until I stumbled into the Hob. People around me were concerned, but I didn't pay any attention whatsoever.
Why? Why me? Why should I have to go through all of this? I decided that nothing is going to help with staying here, so I walked to the District Square. Then to the Bakery. Then back to the Square. After all, what was there to do? By now, it is sunset. The stars are barely visible. The moon is beginning to rise, and the sun is beginning to set. It was also getting cold out. I'm not going home, not after that. I'll stay here, in the square, until someone forces me to go back home. I know I'll have to, eventually. But, right now I'm not. I looked around and found a dirty bench. I walked over to it and lay down, my fingers tracing yet another name that has been carved in it. My eyes found their way to a cluster of stars as the sky grew darker. It's so beautiful... Maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky enough to get reaped. Then I can show people how it really feels to be hurt. They'll see my scars, my wounds, and possibly my death. I will not be forgotten like everyone had forgot Evelyn. I refuse to let that happen. And, If I do serve as tribute, I will mention her. I will say her name as I look up into the sky. I will shout it as loud as I can. Even If it does give up my position. After all, this is all for her.[/blockquote][/size][/size]
-~*OOC*~-
Haha, hoped you enjoyed it! :3
It'll all be over soon.
I'll be waiting here,
For you.
Run fast as you can.
No one has to understand.
Fly high, across the sky.
From here, to Kingdom Come...[/tt][/i]
Run, Run, Run Away.
- Narration
- Thought
- Other's Speech
- Speech
The worst thing in life, what is the worst thing in life? Death, injury, torture? Or sitting next to kids who have a chance of not being here next year. To grow up, to get married, to have children. The Capitol kills them. Every year, two other kids from my school disappear. At least one, more than likely both, never return. Never get to learn, never to see the faces of their families again. Something should be done about this. I have thought about running. I've heard of a place in the ruins of District 13, but would I make it? Could I really rebel against all of this? No, not now. I have to stay. For my sister. She was a victim of the Hunger Games... I was only twelve when she was killed. And, I watched it. I watched her die slowly. I will stay for her. She's the only one keeping me behind. And Fischer, dammit. He would be so devistated, maybe to the point of rebeling himself. No father; mother always wasted; he has nothing but me. Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy. Sometimes I believe I am. I forget, easily. It's not simplemindedness, I forget what Is real. The truth from reality. But, what is reality? How do we know reality isn't a fantasy?[/i] I opened up the textbook he had handed out to me. School is so boring. I don't see the reason teaching kids, when half of us won't be here by the time we graduate, If we graduate. Contemplating life. What hurts the most? My scars seem to never fade, physically and emotionally. Why do I go out of my way to help people, but they never do anything in return? My back has been hurting more than usual this hour. It was most likely caused by the old, wooden, worn out desks everyone was sitting in. I looked down at the face of my desk. Names were carved in them. On every single one of these desks, there is at least one name. One name... Who were they? Did they serve as a tribute? How did they die? Are they still alive? I recognize multiple names belonging to passed tributes who served in the annual Hunger Games. Maybe I should carve mine here. And whenever, If I ever get my name called in the Reaping, people like me will see my name and wonder these same things. So I grabbed my pen and etched it in. Evera Kaelyn Moore; victor, or tribute? I think I would have a chance in the Games. Just maybe...
"Ms. Moore, care to join us?" Shit. I dozed off like the idiot I am, lost in my idiotic thoughts again. "Sorry, Mr. Palimony..."
"Kaelyn, Kaelyn! What're you doing after school?" It was Able, my 'rich' friend. She was not from the Seam. It was obvious with her long, bleach blonde hair and her sea green eyes. I envied her so. She reminded me of my mother. Tall and lanky, blonde and beautiful, the superior class of Distrist 12. Me, on the other hand, am the lower class. "Uh, I have to take care of the kids again." I answered. She had been asking me all week to do something with her, and each time I had refused. Truth is, I didn't have to really babysit. I just was ashamed of being from the Seam. "Oh... Alright then...[/i] I could see she was disappointed. The way she looked down at her desk and traced one of the names. I don't enjoy hurting people, but, I don't really like socializing. The bell rung; symbolizing the end of the school day. I stood up and stretched, grabbing my things. I walked out of the classroom and to my dainty little locker. I dialed the numbers 11-35-22 and it opened. I shoved all of my books, paper, and pencils into it and slammed it shut. I shoved my way through the hallways and stepped outside. Its a nice, calm, spring afternoon. The birds chirping, the wind still, the flowers in bloom. Early spring, my favorite time of year.
~30 Minutes Later~
"Mother! Stop it! Please!"[/i] I stumbled over the small couch and fell onto the hard floor. The table caught my fall and I felt a stinging pain on my right cheek. I lifted my arm to shield my face from the knife my mother held in her hands. She's drunk again. Tears were welled up in my eyes, but I won't let them fall. "Why should I? All you do is ruin my life! That's all you kids ever do! You're the biggest mistake I've ever made!" I jumped up and headed for the kitchen. She had a knife; I needed one. When I reached the kitchen, I opened up the silverware drawer and grabbed the smallest, sharpest knife. I don't want to hurt her... I just want to make her feel our pain. I turned around and she was standing before me. Eyes wide, and breath deluting a stench of white liquor, "Now, what do you think you're doing Evera? Gonna act like your sister? You gonna try to win? Well, that didn't work out for her very well now, did it?"[/i] That is it! I can't stand this anymore. "Don't you dare talk about Evelyn! She was more of a mother than you were! I hate you. Go back to Hell where you belong!"[/i]
A jolt of adrenaline rushed through me and I knew I couldn't stop now. I ran over to her and raised my right hand, knife enclosed in it. I can't hurt her, I can't. Put the knife down, Evera. You're making the wrong decision. I listened to that little voice inside my head and quickly dropped the knife and backed away. "What's the matter? You scared?"[/i] God dammit. I was so tired of hearing her. I intend to at least knock her out for a while. I turned to walk away, but I felt her hand on my shoulder. I jerked back around and punched her straight in the jaw. It didn't take her down. She advanced on me and I felt the pain. Blood trickled down my left shoulder and I grabbed my knife from the floor. I didn't want to kill her, so I aimed at her leg. I ducked at her drunken swing and nailed her in the calf. A cry of pain ripped from her mouth and I ran. I didn't care where I was going, I was just running. I ran out the paint chipped door and down the dirt road of the Seam. The farther I ran, the better I felt. The safer I felt. I ran until I stumbled into the Hob. People around me were concerned, but I didn't pay any attention whatsoever.
Why? Why me? Why should I have to go through all of this? I decided that nothing is going to help with staying here, so I walked to the District Square. Then to the Bakery. Then back to the Square. After all, what was there to do? By now, it is sunset. The stars are barely visible. The moon is beginning to rise, and the sun is beginning to set. It was also getting cold out. I'm not going home, not after that. I'll stay here, in the square, until someone forces me to go back home. I know I'll have to, eventually. But, right now I'm not. I looked around and found a dirty bench. I walked over to it and lay down, my fingers tracing yet another name that has been carved in it. My eyes found their way to a cluster of stars as the sky grew darker. It's so beautiful... Maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky enough to get reaped. Then I can show people how it really feels to be hurt. They'll see my scars, my wounds, and possibly my death. I will not be forgotten like everyone had forgot Evelyn. I refuse to let that happen. And, If I do serve as tribute, I will mention her. I will say her name as I look up into the sky. I will shout it as loud as I can. Even If it does give up my position. After all, this is all for her.[/blockquote][/size][/size]
-~*OOC*~-
Haha, hoped you enjoyed it! :3