[taken by the u n k n o w n :: Mik & Drace & Flo]
Aug 3, 2013 23:33:19 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Aug 3, 2013 23:33:19 GMT -5
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Silence falls over us as we walk through the webs of the forest. So many things run through my mind, so many question- but no answers. Nothing, nothing but questions and more questions, and more. They buzz through me, reminding me that I could die at any moment, reminding that my friends- Andy or Yaa- could be killed in a matter of hours. I couldn’t let that happen. It was my duty- even if no one said it out loud- was to protect them. Both Andy and Yaa were in pain- mentally and physically. Andy had lost his arm, where Yaa had watched one of our allies lose their head. I know what it is like to watch someone that you love die. I know that it tears a person’s heart in two- it breaks them on the inside first, before they break fully, losing their mind until they act like this person that they don’t even know.
It had happened to me. Just after the blood bath. I had lost myself, acting like this child who was insane. What was I even thinking slapping Yaa across the face with a severed hand! I had been insane- wait, no, would an insane person even be dumb enough to their own ally across the face with a severed body part? No they wouldn’t. I was not only slightly insane, I was a monster. A boy who was someone who killed- injured- others in the sake of breathing in the air around him for another few hours. If I had of just accepted my death from the very beginning, would this guilt be eating away my insides- leaving my as an empty shell of sins and guilt. At the reaping I had been so sure that winning this thing was what my sister had wanted, I had believed with all my heart, that if I won this thing- this game the Capitols had thrown me into- that my sister would forgive me- that I would be free from her, that she would forgive me.
But what if I had been wrong? What if this whole time I had believed I was doing this for her, when I was really doing it for myself? As soon as my name had been called I had automatically thought it was my sister wanting me to prove that I was worthy of her forgiveness. But what if I had only thought that to make it easier on myself? I had no idea what it was actually like to kill someone. I had watched her die, thinking that it would be much the same- but to actually rip someone’s life away from them- when you know that you could of easily just turned your back and ran- well it’s hard. It destroys me- that boy I killed, what was his name? Xma? Xaver? I don’t even know, but I just stole away the most precious thing he had- and why? So I could watch as more of the people around me died- as I helped kill more of the people around me?
I was a monster- someone who doesn’t even deserve to walk this earth anymore. Once, long time ago, before I had lost my mother, my father would say to me: “You see that smile on her face, that one that brightens the world? Yeah- well You, me and your sister are the reasons why she smiles, we are the reason she looks like that.” But then father had died, and I thought that mother had died to. She was not the same, she would look into space, her eyes seeing nothing. She would not smile, she barely even realised me and my sister existed, until it was her turn. Until it was her turn to leave us. The night before she past she whispered in my ear- “take care of her Mikhail. She is precious- all that you have left. Don’t let her go, hold onto her. You don’t want the same thing happening to her as me or your father, it’ll drive you insane. Hold her, don’t ever lose her. Please- do it for me, for your family. Keep her safe son.” That was the last thing she told me, the last time I heard her speak.
I promised her that I would take care of her- that I would never let anything hurt her. But I had broken that promised, I had let her die. That was just one of the many reasons why I was a monster. I had broken the vow I had made to my mother in her dying bed. I had watched as my family perished around me. Then I had gone out and killed someone- someone who probably had a family that was watching, that was waiting for him to come home. By killing that one person I had not only destroyed the one thing he held for granted- but, I had also torn apart the family that loved him. I was a horrible person.
Will death be the ticket I was looking for? If I die will all my sins be forgotten, would I be able to move on into the afterlife- or will my soul be trapped here, trapped among all this death, all this destruction? I was scared of the unknown. Scared of dying. The sound of Andy’s soft whimpers bring me out of my thoughts, my body brushing against one of the closest webs. I surpass a shiver and walk a bit slower, waiting for Andy to catch up.
“Andy, are you okay?” My eye search his body in the darkness, looking for the source of pain. It hurt to see him like this. It hurt to watch his face contort with pain as he tried to massage his stump of an arm. All of had tried to make it less painful- but no matter how hard we had all tried he was still in pain. Losing a limb would not be easy, it was like losing a part of who you were- well not like, it was. You did lose a part of who you are when you lost a limb of your body- something that identified who you were. Without think I reach out to him, my arm coming to a halt around his shoulders. Sometimes it was the touch of someone else- not words- that helped the most. So as we walked I held him tight, my arm wrapped around his shoulders.
As we walked, I kept one eye o the path ahead of us, the other on Yaa. I didn’t want to let her out of my sight. I couldn’t let her. It was strange, but somewhere inside me whenever I looked at her, I didn’t see her exactly- but I saw small flares of my sister. They had so many things in common, the way they talked snapping out at people- hold their ground. Yaa was strong, so very string, just like my sister had been. Maybe this was my chance- by protecting Yaa, maybe in some small way I was also protecting my sister. The thought hit me out of nowhere and I stumble slightly, my full weight falling onto Andy for a moment before I could regain my footing. But as soon as it raced into my mind it was gone again and I was left with thoughts that mad my dark mood, even darker.
I take moment to look around myself and was surprised to see that the webs that I had thought filled the whole arena were gone. At first I thought we had stepped into an open plan, fog- thicker that I could even imagine- surrounded us, temporarily blocking my view of Yaa. “Yaa? You still here? Yaa?” I try to keep my voice down, dropping my arm from Andy. I couldn’t lose her not now. I take a couple of steps forward and am almost flung to the ground as my foot catches a small object. Catching myself I manage to stay on my feet, my body swaying as I regain my balance. My eyes search for Yaa, desperate to see movement- anything that would signify to me that she was okay. “Yaa?”
The fog around me seemed to become even thicker as I wander helplessly trying to find anything that would symbolise me of her presence. "Andy I can’t see her! Andy, help me. Andy?” Looking around me I find that I am alone. Thick fog, surrounds me- cutting me off the view from either Andy nor Yaa. Dammit I curse, spinning around one more time. But nothing. I was on my own. Whatever I faced next- I did it on my own. Only one battle had I fought beside my allies, and that one battle had been the best by far. I had felt safe, knowing that the people beside me were watching my back. I had felt stronger knowing that the people beside me had the same goal. But know? Know I was on my own once again. And I was scared. I was scared about what I may face.
“Andy…? Yaa…?” I tried one last time before I move on, my feet guiding me blindly through the thick fog that surrounded me. I waded through its depth hoping that if I kept walking I would soon I would run into a familiar face- and this time I would not let them out of my sight. I didn’t want to be on my own again. Scared and alone.
Soon I find that I am not walking on soft dirt anymore, but on hard stone. Where was I?
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Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside,you're in ruins
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notes: nothing :3
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