Dreaming (open)
Mar 11, 2010 20:54:25 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Mar 11, 2010 20:54:25 GMT -5
I wake up with a start. It's a cool night, but that doesn't matter. It's a clear night, and to me, that's all that matters.
I silently slip out of be and check the time. 11:45pm. I should be in the forest by midnight.
I slip on a thin black coat, and put on black boots and a coat. I pull my hait out of it's braid and let it hand in my face.
I under my matress, and my hands close around the icy handle of a knife. I pull out my long, sharp knife. It glints in the moonlight.
Silently, I steal past my mother's bed. She looks even more tired than she did last night. I see a bruise on her cheek, most likely caused by her mean master's hand.
If I ever meet him, he won't even have time to run.
I slip into the night, and sprint towards the forest.
When I reach it, I sigh in relief. The bare trees and moonlight welcomes me, and I sigh in relief. I'm never comfortable in the daylight.
But here, in the woods, in the moonlight, I'm at home. This is where I belong. In the silence.
Finally, I find a good tree, climb it, and lay down on a branch, staring at the stars.
There's gotta be somewhere better then here.
I've always told myself that. And when I close my eyes, I'm actually in that better place. Where it's always nighttime. Where the woods whisper secrets, fireflies float through the air, and the stars are almost close enough to touch. With no Capitol.
But of course, I open them, and find myself stuck here. In this terrible, terrible world of pain and suffering.
But not here. Not now, in these woods.
If only others could feel the same peace I have here. The forest speaks to me, calms me, and makes me forget. Here, I am untouchable. Unreachable to the evil hands of the Capitol.
I silently slip out of be and check the time. 11:45pm. I should be in the forest by midnight.
I slip on a thin black coat, and put on black boots and a coat. I pull my hait out of it's braid and let it hand in my face.
I under my matress, and my hands close around the icy handle of a knife. I pull out my long, sharp knife. It glints in the moonlight.
Silently, I steal past my mother's bed. She looks even more tired than she did last night. I see a bruise on her cheek, most likely caused by her mean master's hand.
If I ever meet him, he won't even have time to run.
I slip into the night, and sprint towards the forest.
When I reach it, I sigh in relief. The bare trees and moonlight welcomes me, and I sigh in relief. I'm never comfortable in the daylight.
But here, in the woods, in the moonlight, I'm at home. This is where I belong. In the silence.
Finally, I find a good tree, climb it, and lay down on a branch, staring at the stars.
There's gotta be somewhere better then here.
I've always told myself that. And when I close my eyes, I'm actually in that better place. Where it's always nighttime. Where the woods whisper secrets, fireflies float through the air, and the stars are almost close enough to touch. With no Capitol.
But of course, I open them, and find myself stuck here. In this terrible, terrible world of pain and suffering.
But not here. Not now, in these woods.
If only others could feel the same peace I have here. The forest speaks to me, calms me, and makes me forget. Here, I am untouchable. Unreachable to the evil hands of the Capitol.
