{'au revoir}old friend//Sin
Nov 26, 2012 7:04:14 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Nov 26, 2012 7:04:14 GMT -5
Her eyes travel across the crosses that marked there death. The paint had started to splinter and the wood- rot. Her eyes were wet with the tears that fell endlessly from her eyes, leaving salty trails down her cheeks. She tried to wipe them away, but each time her face finally managed to dry more tears would take there spot leaving her face sparkling with fresh tears. Her tears symbolized more that grief. They symbolled pain. lioness. loss. She remembers the last time she had seen her sister. Her pale white skin, had been glistening with sweat. She had tried to put on a brave face… but her eyes had shown how she really felt. She was scared, she hadn’t wanted to die… but the Games didn’t give you a choice.
Saskia felt a surge of anger towards the person who had taken her sisters last living moments. I had surprised at the satisfaction she had felt when her sisters killer had been killed. It had let her mind rest knowing that her killer had come to the same conclusion. A life for a life. that what karma says? Those who do something bad are bound to fall into the hands of sins?
She let her mind leave the thoughts of her sister and let the travel to the cross that was sticking out beside the place where her sister rests- to her mother. A fresh wave of grief crashed into her, her eyes spilling with new tears. She hadn’t known the woman long, but she had saved her life, without her, or Jerrome, she was positive that the people who had a abused her and threatened to kill her would have gotten their wish. She would have been dead, or as good as it. Jerrome had been the one to step in. The one who had risked his life for hers, but our mother was the one that had brought her back to life. Jerrome wasn’t technically wasn’t her brother, but in her eyes he was as good as any brother…
Finally coming back to the present she placed her had on the col earth here her mother and sister lay. Saskia comes here every morning, just to remember the times they had together, but even though she comes often, saying goodbye never becomes any easier. Each time she can feel her heart being torn in to, opening the wound that had barely had the chance to heal. Her heart was a delicate object, something that is being broken way too often, but love does that. Lover hurts. Love breaks hearts…
“Goodbye…” She murmured quietly. Saskia hadn’t spoken a word in years, not in the presence of others. He voice is soft, quiet, barely audible. She sits in the cool earth a moment longer before climbing to her feet, with one last glance at the splintering crosses she turns her back, and walks away, her feet slightly dragging on the ground, as though they were weighing her down.
Slowly her feet lead her down the road in which she had come. Dirt covered the streets, grime and trash. Her face scrunched up with distaste as she walked, a smell of urine and shit, filling her nose, she nearly doubled over, but she managed to walk forward, gasping for fresh air, only getting another gush of the foul air. Saskia staggered through the streets, her eyes stinging with tears, from the foul air, as well as from her visit. You would think that the smell wouldn’t bother her by now, after all she waked these streets every morning. But this smell was nothing you could get used to you, sometimes it stayed with you for days, following you around like a sore thumb, whilst other times she was able to pull fee from the smell within a few hours.
Why was she even alive? Why did she let herself go through this? She only had one person left in this world, and even he was starting to slip from her fingers, starting to slip further and further into the unknown. He hadn’t been home for three days now, and she was worried. What if she had no one let? What if she was all alone in this world? This big scary world. Then she stopped mid thought, no there was someone else, Rix. There was Rix. She remembers his face, and how it lit up each time they were together. He was like a brother she never had, he understood her, even he didn’t ask questions, he understood. And that was all she wanted.
Rix. Jerrome. They were the reasons that she still breathed today, in some ways she was all they had left, and they meant as much to her, and she wasn’t going to lose them so quickly. They were not going to slip from her fingers easily, not like Chole and Mother. She had to keep hold of them she just had to.
