~{{We.Were.Born.To.Die [Jill] [Ella]}}~
Jun 22, 2012 20:17:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2012 20:17:41 GMT -5
Jill Latimer
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Love is the only force capable of transforming and enemy into friend
~Martin Luther King Jr.
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We were born to die, or that's what they said. We have no purpose, except to be a piece in their games. Why is this? Why am I the one who has to suffer? I mean other people have to suffer too, but I always feel like it is me especially. But I know it's not, and that my brothers would yell at me for being a crybaby. For being scared to losing my life to a fight to the death. On top of it all, if I was singled out to go into that death cage, it would be on national televison. How thrilling.
What's the point of living if you are just terrified for your life all the time? I mean not every day, but at least once a year. Those terrifying few moments, praying and hoping your name would not be called. If it was, you had probably get the thought in your mind that you probably wouldn't have a normal life anymore. Even if you came out alive, you would be treated special. Personally, I wouldn't want to be a victor, someone who is know for murdering other children. I couldn't live with myself. I would rather die, and that seems rather harsh.
The morning had been rough, and waking up lately had been a challenge. Which was odd, because typically I am a total morning person. I usually woke up at the crack of dawn and out the door by seven a.m. Not because I have to be out the door, but because I love getting out of the house, away from my mother and brothers. My dad would come with me sometimes, actually he came with me most of the time, but today was different. He had to do something with my mom, and when she called him back to the house, he had a look of disapointment on his face. "Sorry" I mouthed to him. In return he mouthed back to "have fun," I'm sure I would.
I walked our usual path alone as I smoothed out the wrinkles in my electric green shorts. My vibrant blue shirt had zebra print, and there had to be a reaons I loved it, but if there was, I couldn't figure it out. As I was walking I pulled my dark brown hair back and fishtailed it, tying it off with my bow. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes, and sat down at a bench underneath a tree. It was peaceful today, and I enjoyed the silence. I started to hum absentmindly, and I could swear today was actually perfect for once. I pulled up a little block to prop my feet up on, it was too perfect. Something would change and I knew it.
~{{Credit to Lulu for the dot thing at the top}}~
