Listen, listen, listen...(open)
Sept 4, 2012 21:28:02 GMT -5
Post by wildandfree on Sept 4, 2012 21:28:02 GMT -5
My body swept towards the direction of the park. Water coated over my back, making my eyes smile. My eyes only. I tried stretching out my mouth. No use. Of course. Why was I so stupid as to think that I could make myself smile? Looking around, I pulled out the knife i'd stolen from the Academy, running my finger over the edge. It looked blunt. I let out a sharp yelp as it slipped, cutting into my finger.
"What the Ripred, Iberis? You are dumb indeed." The reaping was just around the corner. My last chance to volunteer. My last chance to see my parents. It was the only way I could find them. To talk to them. But I'd have no reply, I knew that. Crouching down, I ripped the grass from its stems and put it in my mouth. "I need to volunteer. I need to."The tears streaked down my face. "I hate the Hunger Games. I need to find a way to see them again". I was talking to no one. "Ripred Iberis. You're willing to die to see your parents again." I closed my lashes, feeling the cool tears drip down my face. Then I wiped them away and got to my feet. I needed to sing. To sing everything. My charm-like voice rang out like a silver bell, beautiful.
The world is crumbling down,
I dream of a thousand tongues,
Among them my own and my parents',
The ones whom I cut off myself.
My fault I can not see them,
My fault I am alone,
My fault I must risk my own life,
to go to the Capitol grounds,
Though it will be the end of me,
I will talk to them one last time,
Though I'll only be met with silence,
I'll rest alone, my friend." My lips whispered the words, "At least I look like Mum." My lustrous hair draped over my back. But I'd never look like Mum really. She was more beautiful than I, because she could smile. I'd give anything for that ability.
"What the Ripred, Iberis? You are dumb indeed." The reaping was just around the corner. My last chance to volunteer. My last chance to see my parents. It was the only way I could find them. To talk to them. But I'd have no reply, I knew that. Crouching down, I ripped the grass from its stems and put it in my mouth. "I need to volunteer. I need to."The tears streaked down my face. "I hate the Hunger Games. I need to find a way to see them again". I was talking to no one. "Ripred Iberis. You're willing to die to see your parents again." I closed my lashes, feeling the cool tears drip down my face. Then I wiped them away and got to my feet. I needed to sing. To sing everything. My charm-like voice rang out like a silver bell, beautiful.
The world is crumbling down,
I dream of a thousand tongues,
Among them my own and my parents',
The ones whom I cut off myself.
My fault I can not see them,
My fault I am alone,
My fault I must risk my own life,
to go to the Capitol grounds,
Though it will be the end of me,
I will talk to them one last time,
Though I'll only be met with silence,
I'll rest alone, my friend." My lips whispered the words, "At least I look like Mum." My lustrous hair draped over my back. But I'd never look like Mum really. She was more beautiful than I, because she could smile. I'd give anything for that ability.
