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k!ah Retired Staff 4,636 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Nov 19, 2024 4:03:09 GMT -5 #expensivetrash	::Elmo::Lazaro::D5::DONE:: Jul 4, 2013 7:53:51 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by k!ah on Jul 4, 2013 7:53:51 GMT -5 Name: Elmo Lazaro Age: 14 Gender: Female District/Area: District 5 Appearance: Personality: History: Codeword: odair Comments/Other:
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She sits by my bed, he hand stroking my hair, gentle, and rythmatically. Slowly, ever so slowly I feel the pull of sleep pulling me closer and closer to darkness. Her fingers run gentle over my dark brown hair, over the gentle curve of my chin. She sings quietly to me, but her mouth stays such. She does not open it, but yet music can be heard, the gentle sound of her voice in my ears, the loving caresses of her hand along my face and hair soon send me off into darkness where the dreams of the sleeping hours wait for me. Wait for me so that they can pounce on me, so that the fun can begin. Well it may be fun for the dreams, but for me, for me it’s horrify. For me it is not dreams that I am being sent away to, but nightmares.

The darkness begins to surround me, closing in closer and closer. I can no longer hear the gentle hum of my mother, or nor feel the gentle warmth of her hands. I was all alone. Trapped in this darkness, this night mare of mine. I was scared, I was always scared, scared about what these dreams may bring. The darkness around me closed in even tighter until it seemed to be squeezing into every crook and cranny. I flinch, well I flinch through my thoughts, as I feel the darkness swirl all around me. That’s when I knew I was about to be plunged into a dream of fear, into a dream where my metal ability to hold onto my sanity will come into play.

I am thrown into a darkroom, mirrors surrounds me, forming the walls. I look into one of the many mirrors and see a small girl. Her face is covered in fear, as pale as a ghost. Her dark brown hair hand loosely around her face, falling past her shoulders, down her small chest. I take a few paces closer to the small girl. As I move she moves, her small body moving in sync to mine, almost as though she was my reflection… Suddenly I am in front of the mirror, reaching out with one of my small hands. I touch the surface, at the same time the girl in the reflection does. But I do not feel any warmth, no warmth from the girl’s hand. Puzzlement shines in the girls blue eyes as they stare into my, my blue eyes. I drag my eyes away from hers running them down the girls thin body. she had thin lips, as thin as mine. He legs were long, and her arms delicate.

I drop my arm, so does the girl. Everything I do, the girl does to. My mouth opens into an O shape as realisation dawns on me. This girl, this girl in this mirror. Was me. This girl was my reflection. Why hadn’t I recognised it when I first saw her? I ask myself, turning my gaze back to the girl. That’s when I realised that there was something not right about the girl, about me. Her lips, where mine were usually turned up at the corners, hers seem to be permanently tilted downwards. I take a closer look into the girls eyes and see nothing, nothing but a blank stare. This girl, my refection, felt nothing. She was blank, a blank lifeless reflection. My eyes look at her pasty white skin before they move to observe my own hands, which were fine, slightly tanned even.

Something moved within me and I could feel uneasiness rise through my limbs. There was something uncomfortable at staring at something that looked so real, but resembled the dead so much. Fear began to surge through me as I turned my eyes once for back to my lifeless reflection, but instead, instead of seeing me in the mirror I saw my sister. She skin as pale as mine had been. She opened her mouth, as though to tell me something, but nothing comes out. Her eyes look sad, so very sad as her mouth moves. I feel tears spring to my eyes as I watch her face begin to melt away, her flesh dripping from her bones, she doesn’t scream, her mouth just keeps moving. A scream threatens to rip from my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut and turn away from my sister. Lana was at home, she was beside me. Singing too me. She was alive.

My tears fell freely from my eyes. I had never been the one to cry, always thinking that tears were for the weak. That to shed a tears means you were weak, weak and useless. In my dreams, in my dreams I was weak, I was useless. In my dreams I cried every night, tears rolling down my face as I see terrible things that make my heart break in two. I was not safe in my dreams. In my dreams I was vulnerable. Vulnerable to the creatures that hunted at night. Vulnerable to nightmares. Every night I was thrown into a dream that would leave me broken in the morning. For me, there was no such thing as sweet dreams. Not since my father’s disappearance. When he left so did my dreams of happiness, so did my dreams where I would wake up with a smile plated to my face, not streaked with tears.

My mother hadn’t made these dreams of fear any easier. She was sick. Father disappearance taking a toll on her health. I worried so much for her. I hated seeing her the way she is, always mumbling under her breathe, her eyes always glazed over. I hated it.

Suddenly I was thrown out of my dream, my heart beating in my chest as I blinked through tears, my eyes adjusting to the dark room around me. I try to even out my breathing which seems to echo loudly in the room around me. I was on my own. My sister o where in sight. She must have gone to bed. Silently I climb out of bed, slipping my feet into a pair of worn shoes before slipping out of my bedroom door. I walk down the hallway of my house coming to the front door where I only pause for a moment before stepping out into the cool night air. I wander off the drive way and into the grass outside our house where I sit, silently, listening to the howl of the wind through the forest nearby. A small smile forms on my lips. I loved the sound of the air gliding through the trees. It made me feel as though I was safe, as though the wind was here to protect me and the family. I loved the way the wind was free too. Free to fly through the district, how it wanted. It didn’t have anyone telling it what to do, or how strong it gust should be. It decided for itself. I wish I was free, free to roam, free, not trapped like a caged animal behind the fence which surrounded my home.

Hauling myself to my feet I walk over into the forest, having the sudden urge to see if I could see over the fence, wandering what it would feel like to be able to see my home, and the place beyond the fence the way that the wind does. The ground that I walk on slowly transforms from grass to the dirty ground of the forest floor. My eyes scan my surroundings coming to a halt on one of the trees to my left. Speeding my pace I head over to the tree. My fingers touch is rough surface, then before I know it I am climbing. Climbing it to the top, ever so desperate to see the district like the wind. Will I feel free? Free from the Capitol? Will I feel like the wind, free, unstoppable? so many question run through my mind and I feel a small smile play on my lips.

Finally I reach the top. My hand stung slightly, but I ignored them, my eyes searching around me. My breath was taken away. It was amazing. It was just how I had dreamed, even better. To feel the wind on my face was the best thing in the world. I leaned into it, trying to memorise the feel of it against my skin. A smile spread across my lips as I looked down, down at the forest that linger outside the fence that held me back. If this is how the wind saw things, if this is how free the wind felt, I wish I was the wind. Free to roam, free to study the world from a different view. The smile on my face never died as I stand clinging to the tree, my body filling with warmth. With happiness.

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