~Army Of Me~ Hazel Clender-
May 19, 2012 11:51:34 GMT -5
Post by justmeabigail on May 19, 2012 11:51:34 GMT -5
I wasn't reaped.
My life was over. OVER. All my training, hardwork. When I had lost the last two years, I was hurt. Used to my Father's yelling, saying I could have gotten more tesserae, or maybe it was a sign that I didn't get reaped, because I didn't train hard enough.
But that in itself, is a lie. I did train. Straight after school, for hours. Some nights, I only slept four hours. And more recently, I would miss meals, because I knew I needed to work on my weapon training. I was strong, fast... but I needed to be better. There was always room for improvement .
This time, I thought I had it. I thought I could finally make my parents proud. I would show them that I was more than just a girl.
I thought.. they would finally love me. But, I didn't grt reaped. And volunteering in District 2 is usually non-existent. Everyone is in the same exact boat; we train, we fight, we hope. It's an honor.
An honor that I'll never have. After the announcer cheerfully bellowed out the two lucky tributes, I was frozen. It was like nothing existed to me anymore. I had no purpose here.
They were taken to the train, and the rest of us were on our way home, going to go about our daily lives, as though the Reaping was just one big party to look forward to tonught.
But my family? Ha.
As my Father screamed profanities at me, and my Mother stood beside him, shaking her head as though she were ashamed, I began to feel sick. Sick in my stomach, yet something else.
I had snapped.
I pulled my disheveled black hair as I began to scream. The funny thing is? I don't even remember my scream. All I know, was my mouth was wide open, and I could feel myself pushing air out.
As my Father reached to grab me, I remember kneeing him in the stomach, and then swiftly hitting the side of his neck with the side of my hand. He had taught me all those moves. I cursed at him, as I began to run at the door. I didn't even think of my Mother. I hoped I killed him.
As I ran out into the streets, air still pushing out of my lungs, a scream, I guess, I quickly grabbed a tin watering can off the neighbors porch. This would be my weapon.
So as I am running, and screaming, I realize who caused this. The Capitol.
So I stop, and knock a curious passerby, who has come to my aide, out with the can.
" I hate you Capitol! You ruin lives! You ruined my life! Stop! Stop! Stop!", and then, I let out a high pitch scream. as I pulled my hair, and began to swing my tin can, hitting a few more in the head... I didn't count. People were beneath my notice, as of now.
" Down with the Capitol! Down with the Capitol!" I screamed, getting on my knees this time, feeling my breath slip away in panic. I vomited. My clothes were saturated with the yellowish grayish goop, and even my dark hair. But I didn't care how I looked. I never did, anyway.
" I have nothing left to lose," I say out loud. " Let the games begin!"
My life was over. OVER. All my training, hardwork. When I had lost the last two years, I was hurt. Used to my Father's yelling, saying I could have gotten more tesserae, or maybe it was a sign that I didn't get reaped, because I didn't train hard enough.
But that in itself, is a lie. I did train. Straight after school, for hours. Some nights, I only slept four hours. And more recently, I would miss meals, because I knew I needed to work on my weapon training. I was strong, fast... but I needed to be better. There was always room for improvement .
This time, I thought I had it. I thought I could finally make my parents proud. I would show them that I was more than just a girl.
I thought.. they would finally love me. But, I didn't grt reaped. And volunteering in District 2 is usually non-existent. Everyone is in the same exact boat; we train, we fight, we hope. It's an honor.
An honor that I'll never have. After the announcer cheerfully bellowed out the two lucky tributes, I was frozen. It was like nothing existed to me anymore. I had no purpose here.
They were taken to the train, and the rest of us were on our way home, going to go about our daily lives, as though the Reaping was just one big party to look forward to tonught.
But my family? Ha.
As my Father screamed profanities at me, and my Mother stood beside him, shaking her head as though she were ashamed, I began to feel sick. Sick in my stomach, yet something else.
I had snapped.
I pulled my disheveled black hair as I began to scream. The funny thing is? I don't even remember my scream. All I know, was my mouth was wide open, and I could feel myself pushing air out.
As my Father reached to grab me, I remember kneeing him in the stomach, and then swiftly hitting the side of his neck with the side of my hand. He had taught me all those moves. I cursed at him, as I began to run at the door. I didn't even think of my Mother. I hoped I killed him.
As I ran out into the streets, air still pushing out of my lungs, a scream, I guess, I quickly grabbed a tin watering can off the neighbors porch. This would be my weapon.
So as I am running, and screaming, I realize who caused this. The Capitol.
So I stop, and knock a curious passerby, who has come to my aide, out with the can.
" I hate you Capitol! You ruin lives! You ruined my life! Stop! Stop! Stop!", and then, I let out a high pitch scream. as I pulled my hair, and began to swing my tin can, hitting a few more in the head... I didn't count. People were beneath my notice, as of now.
" Down with the Capitol! Down with the Capitol!" I screamed, getting on my knees this time, feeling my breath slip away in panic. I vomited. My clothes were saturated with the yellowish grayish goop, and even my dark hair. But I didn't care how I looked. I never did, anyway.
" I have nothing left to lose," I say out loud. " Let the games begin!"
