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angels will guide you home [ kiah ] Mar 17, 2013 12:08:56 GMT -5

Post by solo on Mar 17, 2013 12:08:56 GMT -5

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Why am I not in the market? That's where I'm supposed to be, right? I had left the house, I was walking to the town square, but somehow I've gotten myself lost. I've walked that road so many times, I know the way like the back of my hand. I should know how to get there. How could I get so lost? Knowing the way to the market was something I was proud of, something I could remember, but somehow, I've forgotten where it is. I can picture it in my mind, the buildings, the people, the shops, but the way there has slipped from my memory. My mind tries to grasp the directions that I'd memorized, but I can't. It's like they're just out of reach, teasing me, laughing. Why can't I grasp them?

The field in front of me is definitely not the market. I'm on the edge of it, by the fence, just outside the village. It's not the District's boundaries, I don't think. That fence is much more protected, right? This thing is four feet tall, and some of it is falling apart. The snow-covered ground stretches far ahead of me, a blank land, sort of like my mind. Empty. Losing everything.

A fresh breeze ruffles my short hair, and I wrap my coat tightly around my body. Where am I supposed to be? Did Mum give me money to buy groceries? I slip my hands into my pockets, fingering a small hole in the left one. Oh, that's right. My parents don't give me money anymore. I lost that privilege a long time ago.

Well, since I have nothing better to do, I decide to duck under the fence, stepping into the empty field. As I walk, a trail of footprints forms behind me. At least I can't get lost. Turning around, I start walking backwards, watching as my shoes leave their small prints in the white fluff. I smile, glad that I'm not alone. Well, I am alone, but these footprints are almost like a friend. They show me the way, play with me, tell me where to go. They'll help me get home.

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Last Edit: Mar 17, 2013 12:15:05 GMT -5 by solo

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angels will guide you home [ kiah ] Mar 26, 2013 18:22:53 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Mar 26, 2013 18:22:53 GMT -5

(DARQUESS CHAIN)

My fingers played with the blade of grass that rested between my fingers. The blade was dry and delicate, my fingers moving slowly over its sharp edges, feeling its slide gentle over the surface of my skin. The blade was lighter than a feather, and just as soft. It resembled all the other blades of grass. Light green. Dry. Soft. They all looked the same, they all followed the same pattern in life. Just like soldiers, they all look the same, in their camo uniforms, the grass; green and dry. All soldiers have that common goal, to protect their country. Grass; to live through the day, without the pestering fingers of children ripping them away from their home. There is no difference. Just like the people of the districts.

The people of the districts are just like the many of blades of grass the spread out around me. They are trapped, trapped within fences, with in the arrears in which they are bound. Just like grass. Grass is restricted. Only being able to grow in areas that people allow them. it is caged in, but not with fences, but with pavement, and walls. Grass –too- is a victim to isolation. The people of the districts too have that common goal. To save their children. To save their children from the capitol…

I place the grass blade down on the ground. Slowly I let myself fall to the ground. I land on my back, the air knocked out of my lungs. I smile, for no reason, waiting for the oxygen to return to my thirsty lungs. Breathing hard, I suck in the life saving air. I don’t move again, I just let myself sink into the sound of my breathing, until it is back to normal. I let my thought fly away, just letting them swim in my muddled mind. My mind was a big mess.

Like most children in the district I have not had an easy life. I have had my ups and downs. The downs seeming to last longer than the ups…

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“Tell me Darquess, my little girl, why are you so beautiful?” He said has he reached down and pulled into his warm body. I leaned in closer enjoying the feel of his warmth, of the protective clasps of his hands. “I love you. I love you so much. I will never hurt, you know. I will never hurt you; to see your tears of hurt… it would be too much. I love you sweetheart; love you to the bottom of my heart.” He placed one of his big, rough hands of my head, pulling me in closer. Gentle he stroked me hair. I said nothing. I just enjoyed having him wrapped around me. I just enjoyed having him close by…

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I freeze. Tears threatening to make an unwanted appearance. The memory of my father, one of the only ones I had…[/color] I could practically feel my heart tar in two. Pain surge through my whole body, and a quiet sob escaped my lips. I hated crying over him in public. I hated crying over this memory full stop. It reminded me on how he had lied to me. It was as though he had been toying with my emotions. Just remembering how warm his hold had felt… It all just hurt, passed the point of tears.

I take a deep breathe, trying to get his promising voice out of my head, trying to clear my head. But his voice… his voice… reluctantly I left his voice, full of warmth, of love, slide over me, I let it fill me with warmth, with false hope… Why? Why did I have to do this to myself? Every time I take a moment to relax, I am reminded of something that breaks my heart all over again… Why I repeat to myself.

Slowly the voice slips out of me, leaving me cold, and hurt. I stare blankly up at the sky- which before had seem to radiate a beauty which was breath taking but now only seems to tease me, with cold taunting smiles. It seems to realise my distress, and instead of comforting me, it resigns to gloating. Gloating about it has always kept it’s promises, that it has never broken hearts…

I turn away from the sky, and close my eyes, wishing that I was anywhere but here…

((OOC- eeepp sorry for the late reply, I hope it is okay <3))
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Last Edit: Mar 26, 2013 18:27:43 GMT -5 by k!ah

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angels will guide you home [ kiah ] Mar 26, 2013 21:09:46 GMT -5

Post by solo on Mar 26, 2013 21:09:46 GMT -5

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ooc; No problem.

ic; I continue walking backwards, enjoying the silence around me, and the break it gives me from the loud noises of the District. I bend down and trace a small circle in the snow with my finger, watching as the snow melts under my touch. I press my hand into the circle, leaving a print. My palm is red and cold, and I decide to warm it up by sucking on my fingers.

I'm walking again, fingers in my mouth, brown eyes on the path I'm creating. I don't even notice the girl until I've tripped over her.

I fall backwards, landing hard on my back and twisting my ankle. I let out a muffled cry of surprise and pain, scrambling to get into a sitting position. My ankle is throbbing and so is my back. I wince, wrapping my red fingers tightly around it and squeezing my eyes shut. What happened? I'm confused now, and I don't know where I am, and I just want to sit and cry. I don't understand why there aren't any buildings around me, or why I can't hear familiar voices talking to each other, or why there's snow under my feet instead of cobblestone.

I open my eyes for a moment, and then I see her, right in front of me.

"Mum?" It comes out as a whimper. Slowly, I lean over to get a better look at her face, and then scream and stumble back again. That's not Mum. I don't even recognize her.

I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs, head bent, hidden from sight. I rock myself back and forth, trying to imagine that Mum is next to me, whispering comforting words in my ear. But she's not. She's not here, and I don't even know where here is.

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I walk
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I think
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