I won't go down without a fight (OPEN)
Oct 27, 2012 13:31:05 GMT -5
Post by jess on Oct 27, 2012 13:31:05 GMT -5
I'd give you my heart, and I'd let you just hold it
I'd give you my soul, but I already sold it.
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[/i] I race towards the sea, and as I step into the warm, blurry blue liquid, the water splashes around my legs and soon the water is up to the top of my calf. Then up to my knee. Then up to my thigh, and soon I'm fully in the water, my body just a simple blur in the blue world where I can't see.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]My heartbeat was even more intense as I ran under the heated sun. My hair flew up in the small breeze and locks of smooth hair stuck to my face. Pushing the strands of light hair away from my face and lips, I looked at the beach. The water was glistening under the sunlight and the foam of the waves guided the water to the shore. I loved the water. It was just so relaxing. District 4 had an obvious advantage in Games - they could swim, and make nets and such. Fishing was a great source for food, as long as there was good fish in the water in the arenas. I hadn't trained since last month, and with the 62nd Games going on, I didn't have much time.
Both tributes from District 4 were dead. Learna Libertine's last moment made me cry a river of tears. I didn't want any help from anyone. I was independent and I didn't want anybody to interfere with my life, my thoughts, my terms. When Mason had died, there was just silence through the house. We just sat, staring at the screen. Both deaths had equal effects on me. Both were sad, traumatizing, deceiving the district. I just wished for one victor for District 4. Was that much to ask for?
No. I can't ask for a victor. A victor is born, not made. I don't know whether I was born a victor or not. I shake the thought from my head. It is one that I do not want to think about at the moment. My eyes fall upon the glistening shores. I take a step forwards, onto the sand. The powdery soft floor dug into my toes and I wriggled them energetically. One thing that would hurt me in the games. The thought of never seeing the beach again.