(Open) Invisible Tears

Sen Darkbow-
Judging from he response, her day isn't as bad as I thought. Then I remember the Peacekeepers. She probably didn't want to start a fight. But she had a good point. Why would a random 13 year old kid want to know? Especially in this District. Well, she doesn't know me.

"You're not happy. Don't even kid. Your feeling a lot of pain. You have been fighting to just survive for to long. Like me. I have the same issue."

I'm guessing. But from the way she talks and the look in her eyes from before, I'm probably right. I was fighting to survive for so long, I learned all to well how cruel society is. I feel tears coming to my eyes. Of pity, and of self-loathing.

OOC: Sorry for the shortness. No imagination at all.

Sen Darkbow-
She's angry. Luckily something holds her back from beating me to a pulp. Although, I don't think it's the Peacekeepers. Something I can't see. All I know is that she's still angry. Her eyes are still angry. Then she says a weird thing. Living to survive. But she's lying. Happiness is a comfort everyone needs. I barely have it, and it has slipped away many times. But I've always found it. Like a familiar friend who sometimes goes on vacation. But for her, it seems to be a friend that moved out of town and rarely visits.

"Just because you have no desperate struggle doesn't mean you aren't to focused on it. You know it, you're just denying yourself the truth."

I'm probably about to get nailed in the jaw. I might have just earned her a fight with Peacekeepers. But I try not to lie, and want to help her rediscover happiness. I subconsciously take a step back. And plant my bow more firmly on my shoulder. To show I don't want to fight. If she fights, I won't back out or fight back. If it will help her take her anger out, then I don't care how beaten I get. I don't like seeing people in pain. I've felt it all to strongly to watch it happen to someone else.

Sen Darkbow-
Her reply is exactly what I expected. More denial. Of the truth, of something that makes us human. Something that we have to have before we go crazy. But I have a knew idea.

"Follow me."

I start walking through the crowds, not looking back to make sure she follows. it's her choice to move away from the Peacekeepers. To somewhere she doesn't have to hold back. Of course, I'm not going to let her hit me here. Out there it was so she didn't hit anyone else. But in the alley I have in mind, I won't have to worry about Peacekeepers or stander-by stopping us. She'll let her anger out on thin air.

Then negative thoughts start going through my mind. What if she's fast too? What if she's a rebel, trained in hand-to-hand combat? Well, then I need to stay on my toes. She doesn't look much like a hunter. But she still looks like a fighter. The only other option is rebel really, out here. Or both. And if the later is the answer, I'm in trouble. She might kill me. Well, sometimes you have to take that risk.

Sen Darkbow-

As we walk, she starts asking me questions. Questions she knows the answer to, but I will tell her anyway.

"I'm doing what will make you feel better... I think. I'm taking you to a place we can talk alone, without worrying about prying ears. Lastly, I doubt you've done nothing that the Peacekeepers could pin you for."

I turn into the alley and take a few twists and turns, then stop and turn around. 'She doesn't want help.' says one corner of my mind. Well, then she is in need of even more help if that's the case. I don't care if I'm in over my head. It's nothing new.

OOC: Sorry it took so long to post!!!

Sen Darkbow-

I tilt my head as I start listening. I expected her to beat me up to tell the truth. Frankly, I think she would have beat me in a fight too. Especially with me not hitting back. A frown starts to grow on my face as I listen. Love at first sight? Escape? A storm? Dolphins? Sounds made up really. I'm sure I could find a storyteller somewhere with an identical story. Frankly, it wouldn't be that hard.

And if that's what made her crack, then I guess I was a it wrong about her personality from a glance.

"You don't have to worry about Peacekeepers. They're a bunch of drunk idiots anyway. I'm sorry about your failed escape attempt. But one thing bugs me. You make it sound like you knew no one you could trust before you met him! Not one person! For all I know, this could be the first time you've said this. He died or went somewhere else. Nothing you can do now. People leave our lives. Some sooner than others."

I sound like some crazy Capitol psychologist. One who finally managed to maybe get within a thousand miles of the truth. I've lost people. I've watched family die, I've watched friends die. One of my friends even become an Avox. I really don't have the amount of pity most people would have for that. And mostly I just hate seeing people sad or angry. Most people just want to have fun with that person again. Make them forget, instead of realize. You can do the self-pity and remorse on your own time.

Show the world who you are the rest.