Eve L. | District 6

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just close your eyes
the sun is going down
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There is a land where you can walk and skip and twirl and prance, hidden just beyond the veils of sanity, and all you have to do is close your eyes to see it.

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The land always looks the same, starting with you stepping into the forest where violets drift in the soft breeze and fairy dust simmers around you. You find yourself always casting surprised glances around as you walk along the forest path, never once thinking that this is impossible. For why should it be? Just because death has a hand on your shoulder doesn't mean that it'll leave a stain[/color].

The warning whispers of the nurses ( "Don't strain yourself, young one, you are far too delicate."[/color] ) seem to float away from your mind as your locks of silvery blonde hair cascade over your shoulders, looking shiny and alive under the simmering lights[/color]. And, at this point, you begin to forget that you were ever delicate or frail or weak.

Your long, delicate legs start to run as you charge down the path, your waving locks whipping around your heart-shaped face. Your bright blue eyes glimmer with life and light[/color] as a smile forms upon your plump lips. You begin to think of what you are running after, and as if on cue, the silhouetted form of a man appears just a bit farther down the forest path. For some fantastic reason you feel your hummingbird of a heart beat against your chest, flapping frantically with excitement[/color], and you start to run faster.

Your slender arms pump up and down as your feet carry you towards the figure, the simmering lights giving you the strength and agility of a pale and enchanting fairy[/color]. Your small and white teeth appear from under your lips as you approach the figure, the realization of who it is causing the beating of your heart to increase at a dangerous rate.

"Father? Is it you, after all this time?"[/color] you find yourself panting as the dark figure turns and outreaches a hand. Reaching your own hand out and grasping the dark man's, you find that the dream takes a sinister turn.

The darkness from the man seems to drip from him as it crawls up your arm and slides across the flowery ground, before rising upwards and blocking out the simmering lights. And, just before the darkness takes away your sight, all of the facts of your life flood into your mind.

You're no fairy, princess, queen, nor anything special.

There was never any light in the first place.

You've never been completely strong.

You're sick and weak and alone.

You're not as fair as you dream, the life and purity of light has left you.

And, in the end, the darkness has claimed your heart.[/color]

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Your eyes flash upon as you are propelled from your world of sickly dreams and thrust back into reality.

Your silvery locks of straggly blonde hair stick to your forehead as you feel your chest rise and fall with raspy breaths. Every morning was the same routine, waking from a dream-turned-nightmare and entering the hellish reality that is your life.[/color] With a small and delicate hand you wipe the pearls of sweat from your forehead and force yourself to sit up in your bed.

Your blue eyes scan your gray and desolate room, before they land on the door across from you. You feel your eyes narrow as you await what will soon come: a swarming mass of nurses who will submit you to the tortures of getting dressed and cleaned[/color]. It's in those moments, when you force a fake smile upon your lips[/color], that you find yourself wishing for the thing that is already charging at you to come even faster...

Death.[/color]

As if on cue, several nurses with small smiles open the door and waddle in. Your lips turn upwards as they approach you and help you swing your legs off the side of the bed.

"How are we feeling today, Eve?"

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"Take a big inhale and we'll help you walk over to your wheelchair."

"You have such a sweet smile, Eve."[/color]

They're like a flock of squabbling hens, and while you strain yourself to keep a smile upon your lips, you find your insides screaming with the want to break free from the guiding arms of the nurses and dash away.

But you'd never make it far.[/color]

One of the nurses places you in the wheelchair, taking the time to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind your ear after she gets you seated. The other nurses walk off to the restroom to prepare the bath as you feel yourself being pushed in your chair. Now that no eyes are on your form, you allow your lips to morph into a flat line. Your eyelids close over your blue eyes for a single moment, and you see his face[/color].

Your eyes flash back open as you weakly grab the armchairs, refusing to fall back into a beautiful nightmare[/color]. The nurse asks if you are alright and you weakly nod your head.

"Yes, thank you. I'm just still a bit dizzy from waking up, is all,"[/color] you state as the nurse pushes you into the restroom. The water is close to the rim of the tub before the nurses turn off the faucet, and you refuse to close your eyes as tendrils of steam blow into your face.

A new nurse comes and helps you to your feet, as the one who had pushed you starts to untie your sleeping gown from behind. You want to laugh as the daily barrage of compliments enters your ears.

"You have such soft hair, Eve."

"Your bruises seem to be healing nicely, Eve."

"My my, Eve, you may just be the prettiest girl here, even if-"[/color]

The final compliment is cut short as the nurse who spoke it gently trails off, patting your shoulder and walking away from you to roll the wheelchair out of the room. Your small smile seems to stretch wider as you finish her statement inside your head.

"My my, Eve, you may just be the prettiest girl here, even if you're the closet to death."

It's the truth, though. Perhaps they truly do see you as an ignorant little girl who doesn't realize the fact that she's not as pretty as she could be, or that her father abandoned her to waste away in this place, or that there will soon come a time that she closes her eyes for good[/color].

In all utter truth, you know it all too well. Out of the few patients here, you're certain that you're the only one smart and wise enough to embrace the truth.

Not the truth that you're never going to smile a true smile ever again...

But the truth that you're all going to die[/color].

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Soon enough, all of the nurses but one leave, and with gentle hands, she guides you into the water.[/color]

It is warm against your flesh, and you feel a raspy gasp falling from your lips. You'd be embarrassed of being bare in front of this woman if not for the fact that pretty much every nurse and her sister[/color] have already laid their eyes upon you.

Before long, you are sitting up in the water. The nurse places a hand on your shoulder and smiles. You smile back --[/color] even through all you truly want to do is drag the nurse into the water and let her truly feel the pain of death[/color] --[/color] with a small inhale.

With a gentle push of her hand, the nurse gets you fully submerged in the water, and though you desperately want to keep your eyes open[/color], you find the warm water too much to handle and close them, putting yourself at risk of the nightmares that continue to push you over the edge[/color].

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When you were just a little girl, your father would kiss your forehead every night and say: "Good night, my darling princess."[/color]

You could walk back then; you could smile true smiles and be as innocent as you wanted to be.[/color] Your father was always so caring and kind, and everything he said felt so sincere. Even as you started to weaken, he was always there to hold your hand.

You didn't need a mother figure, though sometimes you had found yourself dreaming of a mom that would comb your hair and tell you stories of princesses who had dreams of the sweetest kind[/color]. In all honesty, your father's caring smiles and feats of kindness were all you needed.

Still, as your body started to grow weaker and weaker, your father gave in to the fear that your fragile state could be something far more serious than he could ever imagine. After desperate researching, he found a promising hospital in a secretive portion of District 6, where he submitted you.

You had to stay alone there, but your father had always managed to visit you daily and call you a princess before you closed your eyes and entered the darkness. You were scared, scared of all the tests and unfamiliar faces[/color], but your father kept you feeling safe and warm.

Soon enough, however, even he failed to visit... Like a flower that was too mistreated to bloom, your innocence withered away with the promise of safety[/color].

You tried to find solace in your fellow patients, but even they were just as broken as you. Soon enough, the pills you had to take daily, and the tests you had to go through weekly, and all the worthless chit-chat your ears had to withstand became too much to handle, and you couldn't even bother to try and be truly[/color] happy.

Now you're a cold and broken shadow of a once happy girl, who wears a mask of sanity[/color].

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Your eyes flash open as you stop your mind from reminding you of all the hellish facts, because you already know them all.[/color]

One day, you're going to fade away into nothing... fade away with all of the fake love and compliments you have been handed.

And you'll take pride in knowing that you won't be going to Hell alone.[/color][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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