We've Been Broken (Chaos)
Jul 25, 2011 21:34:24 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Jul 25, 2011 21:34:24 GMT -5
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When darkness falls,
You can see the stars.
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My name is Violet. I am seventeen years old. I am a wanderer, who has been roaming the forest for years. My parents disappeared when I was fourteen. I am a good hunter, because of what they taught me. I wear sunglasses because I have an ugly scar on my eye, so I have to hide it. I used to visit District Nine a lot, but the Keepers started to suspect, so I have to stay away from there.
I've been hoping that if I keep on repeating the lies, I'll start to believe them. But of course, I don't, and my dark past continues to haunt me. Flashes of my mother calling me back into the house mix with the memory of amused yellow eyes watching me from up on the roof. When things get hard, it's hard not to think about summer afternoons spent blowing off training at Ari's, with me gazing at the warm sunlight reflecting off my knife, Flight perched on the old fence behind me and Jasik standing up, his elbows resting on the area of wood beside us her. We were laughing about something sarcastic Flight had just said... something about how Ari wouldn't like us sitting around doing nothing. She never did take orders well- in fact, she didn't take orders at all. Flight hated how he was in charge and she wasn't, which was probably why few of my memories include the three of us actually training together.
But then come the other memories. The memories that are dark and scary. The ones that give me nightmares. Remembering the monster when I first saw it with Jasik, and Flight's eyes staring at me and not seeing me because she was blind. Thinking of living on the streets for such a long time, huddling back scared in a damp cardboard box while people stare at me. And, more recently, the terrified faces of the family I threatened. It's new memories mixing with the old that create my perfect nightmare, haunting me during the day and darkening my dreams.
The rabbit in front of me isn't like the plump ones in District Nine, but it's food. My fingers dig into the bark of the tree as I desperately try to keep myself steady. My heart pounds, and I can't help but notice that things seem very unfocused. I try to keep my eye on the rabbit though. I hold up the knife, the blade glinting in the final few rays of the setting sun. The rabbit's ear twitches, and it looks up, normally blank eyes looking slightly alarmed. I see my opportunity vanishing, and throw the knife as hard as I can.
It misses by at least a yard, and the rabbit dashes away, out of sight before I have even moved. I leave the knife where it is, stuck in the ground, and slump down against my trees. I hold my hand out, and find it's shaking rapidly. The rest of my arm is also trembling- I try desperately not to notice how skinny it is. My stomach rumbles, and I reach a gentle hand up to feel my peeling lips. Everything is going so wrong- freedom is something that I always thought would just be so amazing, but now... I've sacrificed everything for it. My health, my friendships, my family... everything. And it's too late to say I want them back.
I take my sunglasses off for a moment and press the palms of my hands against my eyes, willing it to all go away just for a moment. But no, the hunger is too great and the headache too painful and this whole situation just too real to close my eyes and wish myself home again. I made my mistake, and now I have to pay for it.
When I take my hands away from my eyes, I find everything is still dark. Momentary confusion takes over, followed by annoyance, and then a great sorrow as I wave my hand in front of my eyes with no result. Finally giving up, I begin to feel around on the ground for my sunglasses. My hand stirs up the long dead leaves on the ground, creating a noise that will certainly scare away any prey that the rabbit didn't. What does it matter, though? I'll never catch anything if I can't see.
My hand hits something hard, cold, and definitely not natural. I feel the glasses to make sure they're the right way, and then slide them onto my face. Even if I'm blind, my eyes are still a giveaway to who I am, and I don't want anyone seeing them. I know to avoid people the best I can out here, but still, I've seen many other wanderers. Of course, they wanted to know why I wore sunglasses in the middle of the night, and I gave them the same excuse I gave myself. I have an ugly scar.
Not bothering to find my prized knife, I sit against my tree and close my eyes. It makes it easier- if my eyes are open, everything just feels weird. I can't help but wonder, as I have a million other times, if this time, it'll be permanent. If I'll be like this forever.
But that's impossible... right?