Drumming Noise//Inside My Head {Cass}
Jun 15, 2012 19:34:59 GMT -5
Post by Rosetta on Jun 15, 2012 19:34:59 GMT -5
[/color][/blockquote]Ariadne
“I am so so sorry.”
Blood on her hands. Blood in his mouth. His blood on her hands.
“I’m so sorry, Greg.”
The moon was high in the sky, a glowing orb, the only witness as the thin, dark-haired girl pulled her bag across her shoulders, looping her arms gracefully through the straps and slowly rose to her feet. His gentle breathing lulled her, but it didn’t hide the guilt, didn’t allow it to escape, but sealed it with water vapor, deep within her. Yet, Ariadne still turned away, tears in her eyes.
She was slipping down side streets, thinking she’d saved him, thinking it was okay, thinking the days spent floating on thin ice, waiting for it to break were over.
He was better off without her.
With slow, measured steps, Ariadne slipped back towards the forest, out of the clearing where she left his sleeping figure. However, just before she passed the first tall, brown, rugged tree, she placed a firm hand on the back and glanced over her shoulder. His tall figure was curled up on the hard-packed ground, every so often, his pale skin being thrown into glowing, yellow light as fireflies fluttered down to him, just kissing his skin. He might smile at them when he woke up, but then his face would fall when he saw her empty space, in its place a message carved into the dirt with long, careful strokes.
Good luck, Greg.
Love, Ariadne.
Maybe he’d fall back into disbelief, laughing if he had a tongue, if Ariadne hadn’t cut it out, believing her to be out gathering berries or something. Hadn’t she gone to all the trouble to coming to the Capitol after him? She wouldn’t just disappear like this. Oh, Greg, she would.
Night would soon fall again, slinking over the clearing and he would desperately gaze at that message again until he couldn’t, red eyes unblinking. It wouldn’t immediately comprehend in his mind. He’d stare at those words until they became nothing but mere scratches and scribbles and he’d wait. But, she wouldn’t return. He’d be flustered, knees drawn up to his chest, staring hard at the ground as if it held the answer. Maybe he’d even cry. But, then, he’d get up and he’d move. He’d walk, for he had legs to do so and he’d make it somewhere. Some District. He’d settle down. Maybe find a girl. Perhaps even have children.
And settled into this comfortable life, a beautiful woman in his bed, even more beautiful children running around his yard laughing, he’d realize that life without Ariadne wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was a safer life. A happier life.
Ariadne pushed through the brush, using more force than she realized she had in her thin, trembling hands. It was over. Greg was gone, or rather Ariadne was gone. And that’s the way she liked it. The way she wanted it. No one to hurt.
Ariadne was the only one hurting. Like she’d swallowed thistles and they were cutting up her stomach, destroying her from the inside out, eating her away, guilt was acid and it was burning holes right through her. And no amount of throwing it back up would destroy it and she might as well not swallow any more acid.
The morning was close when Ariadne finally stopped. By a tiny pond. Lily ponds floated on the murky green surface, serene and calm. The hum of mosquitoes filled Ariadne’s ears as she lay back on the soft grass next to the pond and dangled her toes in the cold pond, staring at the azure blue sky. The delicate atmosphere did little to calm her as she clasped her short hair and groaned, internal pain sweeping up and down her body. Pain for what she did, pain for leaving, pain for being selfish, pain for hurting him, pain, pain, pain. It beat down deep inside of her, some demon heart that with each throb, sent waves of agony through her body, waves of lack of self-forgiveness and it created hard lumps in her throat, an ache behind her eyes and a consistent churning in her stomach and it wasn’t going away. She hated herself.
“Dammit, when will this stop hurting?” Ariadne heard herself moan out.
She half expected Greg's voice to suddenly chime in and respond to her in his calming way.
But, then she remembered.
He was an Avox. All because of her.