Before A Fall [Kneedles]
Jul 18, 2012 22:10:16 GMT -5
Post by cyrus on Jul 18, 2012 22:10:16 GMT -5
Naif Malloc
Narration
Thoughts
Other’s speech
What I Say
Exclamations"Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child, believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome, grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life."
There are flashes of color as we run up the hill together. Fireworks. We’re singing a song—I can’t remember the words—and everyone around us is annoyed. But we don’t care, because it’s summer, and we’re young, and everything is beautiful. I wrap my arm around you and I see that precious smile, the one that you never give unless you just feel, and we laugh because we forget the next verse. And I giggle as I tackle you down to the ground in the grass. Your bigger body nearly crushes mine as we crash down together, you on your back, and me crawling up on your chest. I look into your eyes and you cock your head left, and then right, like you’re some kind of bird. And then I move my head in unison with you, and we laugh and laugh until our sides hurt.
But it’s a dream, man—that’s all it ever was. Even when we were living it.[/color]
It’s a long way to get where I’m going. Do I even know the way away from here?[/color] It’s been long enough for me—I’m so hungry, my clothes are all torn up—and I curl up next to the rotting corpse of some long dead tree. The sun beats down overhead and I cross my arms across my chest. I want to cry out because there’s nothing left I have to give. I’ve been drinking dirty water and eating rotten fruit for days now. My s—ts have been watery wet, and a few times I’ve had trouble keeping down what I’ve been eating. F—king sucks. It’s a game now, how long can I keep walking before I just throw myself down on the ground and let the dust whip around my body and cover me up. And I grunt along the wastelands, the place where there’s nothing but low grass and a few trees every few miles. It’s hot, hot heat that makes me drip sweat and my tongue cotton up.
I should stop thinking about you, I should stop thinking about who you were…[/color]
Fireflies. They dance around you and you say how remarkable they are. They light up the whole world, just for us, like the stars, except you can catch them in your hands. And I call you silly, but it’s a sweet silly, one that makes me wrap an arm around your waist. Because even at fourteen you’re amazed by such simple things, it gives me a chance to be amazed, too. We don’t think about the woman inside, the one who’s coughing blood into a tissue. Or the man who sits at his work table, glasses on the edge of his nose, never speaking to you unless you’ve done something wrong—because he doesn’t know what to say to you, because you’re so different. Because you were nothing that he wanted you to be.[/color] And I say, let’s never go away from each other, at least not for the summers, let’s never forget about the summer because it’s magic. Because I can’t bear what it does to my soul not to see you as happy as this.
When did I stop believing in magic?
A few birds circle overhead and I’m trudging along through the browned grasses and reeds of the wastes. I’m starting to think about all those old stories. The ones that mother used to tell to us when we would sit in bed, and you’d be shaking about some small slight you’d experienced that day. [/color]That was always your way, taking something so much harder than you needed to. There was a place, a place with innumerable goodness, that all good little boys went. A place that was far and away from here, warm and sweet and full of good things. You ate it up. You begged her to tell you of this place, this holy place where only the good boys of Panem went.Because you needed something to believe. You needed something that would let you believe all the pain and suffering wasn’t just how the world was.[/color]
I remember when Cousin Henry died that summer. He’d fallen down in the middle of a walk to the market. Couldn’t explain what it was, at first. Just something with his heart that gave. He was your age, though you two never spoke more than a few words about one another. But you were so sad about it. I remember, I remember sitting in bed the day after it happened and you saying, what if he didn’t go to the place—what if he wasn’t a good boy?[/color] And you tossed and turned in your bed until I came over to you, and I moved back your bed sheets and wrapped my arms around you. And you tossed and turned, bed coils creaking, until you finally started weeping—because you were so sad—because you didn’t want to go the way that he did. You didn’t want to just fade away, because you thought you weren’t good enough. You thought that you would never get into that place— it was too good for you.[/color]
I’m a f—king mess. It took all the strength I had to get out of the last district I’d wandered into, and I didn’t have anything to show for it but my bruised body. You’d think for a place that valued self-preservation, they’d be kinder to someone that was trying to make it on his own. No f—king way.[/color] Instead I get kicked around like a dog, like I’m some blight on humanity. F—king c—ts. It’s not like it’s better out here, though. Not where the sun burns my skin, and the f—king plants make me s—t blood. Yeah, it’s rough. It’s worse than rough, it’s insane. It’s me choosing to get away from everyone and everything because I have nothing, nothing, nothing to go back to. No one that could give a s—t less. But that was panem, right? That was this whole f—king place. Where people smiled and were so happy to do what they wanted, but they f—ked you royally if you ever needed anything.
But I hold you and say that you’re good enough to go anywhere. And I kiss you on your forehead and tell you that there’s nothing better than this—the two of us together. And that this was what it felt like, when you were good and were moved on. Just a warm feeling, like arms are wrapped around you. And we catch fireflies and sing songs that we don’t remember. And you looked up at me as though you would lay there forever. You looked up at me as though you were never going to leave me, never sleep, never say goodbye. And I said, we’d be there together, singing those songs and running up hills. Because brothers never left, we never forgot one another.[/color] And you fell asleep before me, while I stayed awake to watch your mouth hang open and your breath move the hairs hanging down into your face.
I could’ve given up. I could’ve said, that there wasn’t a reason to do it anymore.[/color] I’d tried, I’d tried and I wasn’t cut out for it. So I could’ve just eaten something rotten or poisonous, and let the sleep wash over me. Yeah, I’d probably vomit up everything first—my face would get real white and I’d leak from every space I had—but I could fall asleep forever and forget about this. The sun was hot overhead and I couldn’t imagine that I had much left to drip into the grass around me. Had to be near the end of my rope, with the chapping of my lips and the pain in my hands and feet. But life is cruel and rotten that way. Because just when I was going to give up, there was a rusted old fence split open along the hills of the wastelands. And there were hills of grain, and rusted ramshackle shacks in the distance. A f—king hillside of broken down houses, no doubt one of the poorer districts.
So I couldn’t just lay down and die then. Not me, not the one that held it together. I was better than that, than you, than them. I wasn’t just going to go away and drift off into nothing because things got hard. I was going to find a place to curl up into a ball and sleep this all off—to start to forget about you. Because that’s what I’d needed to do—I needed to stop thinking about this and hurting. Not that I was dumb enough to think that you’d just vanish from me. But I’d be damned if any of this was going to put me into submission. No, I was too good for any of that. I was stronger than that. Stronger than most anyone else.[/color]
The place smelled like s—t, everywhere. Stunk an ungodly smell, and more than a few times I could feel the bile at the back of my throat. It was the kind of smell that crept up into your mouth and stung your eyes, almost like you tasted what rotten flesh was supposed to be like. I held out as long as I could before falling to my knees and puking in the grains of some field. When I brushed the s—t off my chin, I coughed a bit and tried to steady myself. I thought I didn’t have anything left to give, but after the first time, I kept stopping to have to heave onto the ground. Because the fucking bastards that lived here apparently loved the smell of s—t.[/color] I was dizzy from it, but kept walking along a gravel path that broke from the waving grains I’d been wandering through.
I came upon a run of sheds made of wood as I trudged along. There were a few wandering pigs, covered in mud—I hoped the brown was mud—and they poked their noses in and out of the huts. It would be dark soon enough, and from what it looked, there wasn’t anyone coming around these parts anytime soon. I licked my lips, still tasting like bile, and forced my way inside one of the houses. The roof above looked as though a decent fall of rain might collapse the thing on top of me. My company squealed and trudged around me, not caring so much to my presence, if only because I probably smelled so much better than they did. I was half surprised to see that they weren’t diseased—people around these parts couldn’t be that smart to know how to keep things clean—but tried to push the thoughts from my mind. Instead, I curled up in the hay.
And we’re running, up a hill. There are flashes of color, and we are singing a song. We don’t remember all the words, but it doesn’t matter. Because I tackle you to the ground, and we laugh and laugh until our sides hurt. And I see you smile, which forces me to smile. And we’re warm, cuddled up with one another on the grass, laughing and smiling together. Just me and you, Cyrus.[/color]
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