We Three (VT;Cass,Geebs)

I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground

Talking in front of the crowd in district twelve had been hard. She had hated every second of the painful minutes that had dragged by. Her heart had swelled and her chest had ached more than she could possibly comprehend. Two people. Both of the people who had come from district twelve had not deserved what they had received. Sierra Birdbrook had been too young, she had suffered too much in her life to even be allowed to feel the pain and the suffering that she did. That girl, from what she had learned had grown up suffering day after day and that had been something that Opal had related to. Talking to Sierra had been easy and watching her fight for her life had been hard. Seeing her scream at Opal and cry and yell as Akasha’s body had burned before them had been white hot agony. The two had been similar in so many ways and yet different in a million. Opal had spoken with her and listened to her, and she had given Sierra her wish when she had asked. Seeing her face light up in the sky had sent her into a few painful spills of uncontrollable sobs. Not only that, but the day before she had been faced with Motel’s unique face and then lastly Erik’s.

Everywhere she looked there was something new. She had never seen a place like this before. The streets were dirty and looked so worn down that the coal dust seemed to not only settle into the cracks of the buildings, but the walls as well. This place looked poverty stricken, not like a home, not like a place where people could live with peace and freedom. It was somewhere Opal would hate to live, and part of her was grateful that she had been gifted with her life in district one instead of here. Still, Erik had made it seem like such a better place. The way he even spoke made it sound like it was far better than what she was faced with. She remembered clearly the way he had spoken, he had been so unlike the other people she had seen around the district. Erik had been bright, full of life and happy. He had been so excited and determined to be remembered. And that was something she could hopefully give him. Opal didn’t want to forget him, she wanted to remember him, just like she planned on remember Sierra, Locust and Xanthus, they had been her friends, they had been the people she had cared about.

Opal regretted the fact, to an extent, that she had never gotten to see him in the arena. No one had even realised that the two had had a small connection. No one had ever seen the meeting they had had, when they had talked, when she had smiled, when they had laughed and when she had taught him how to fight. That had been fun. And now she was heading to the cemetery where he was buried, and now she was heading over to meet Erik’s sister and a girl called Dandy. From everything she had heard all she could gather was that Dandy had been in a relationship with Erik. When she had first come to that conclusion all she had felt was a cold stab of pang in her chest. It turns out that Erik had had more waiting for him at home then she’d ever had. Her feet were light on the ground, each step coming forth more hesitant then it should. The air was cold and she pulled her jacket around her tighter, each step was slightly hindered by the plastic thing that had replaced her real leg. She moved through the headstones refusing to glance at the names scribbled onto the stone. She could feel the familiar sting behind her eyes, but she bit it back, breathing in deeply. She had cried enough. She had wept for Erik in the arena, she would hold back this time.

Breathing deeply she stepped around another stone before halting before one marked with Erik’s name. A girl that resembled Erik slightly stood before it, as well as another girl, whom Opal could only assume was Dandy. She held her breathe mind scrambling for the right thing to say. There was so many different things she could say, a thousand different ways to apologies, but nothing seemed adequate enough to make up for the steadily growing ache in her chest. “I’m sorry. I am honestly so sorry. And I don’t know if it means much, but I do say it from the bottom of my heart. I knew Erik, for only the shortest of times, but when I spoke to him I learned so much about him. And when I saw his face in the sky I cried for him-“ She faltered mid-sentence, unsure of where she was going. Closing her eyes she stepped backwards, hands tightening by her sides to prevent them from shaking. “I’m… I’m just sorry.”

You held me down, but I got up
Get ready cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar