Unwelcome ~Dreams~//Semper

Unwelcome ~Dreams~//Semper Jun 8, 2013 9:17:05 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Jun 8, 2013 9:17:05 GMT -5

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; padding-left:10px; padding-right:10px; background-color: 061207; border: 48705F solid 4px; width: 500px; height: 181px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 50px 50px 50px 50px;][atrb=width,300]

::Distrcit 3::Female::Hoarder::

The sound of my feet hitting cement echoed around me as I ran down an empty street within District three. My breaths came out in uneven puffs of mist which flowered in from of my vision at each breath. There was a deep burn in my lungs, begging for air. My legs ached, but I didn’t care, I pushed on. The small object was clutched in my fingers so tightly that I could fill the sharp edges bitting into the soft tender parts of my skin. But I felt to pain. My mind raced as building flew past me, my heart racing faster and faster in my rib cage. I was going to make it! I was going to escape the peacekeepers.

My eyes scanned for any sort of escape route. There! A few meters away there was a corner, I knew the streets well and new that this corner would lead me straight to my home. I neared the corner, my legs pumping faster in anticipation. The corner came closer and closer, the sound of pursuing footsteps became more muffled and distance. At last I reached the corner, I flung my body around the corner- oomph! My body collided with something hard and the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around me. I fall to the ground, the feeling of the cold cement biting into my fingers. The object that I had been clutching is flung out of my hand. I go to reach for it as I glance up at the person I had run into.

No.. no no no NO! I cream silently to myself, my eyes searching the body in front of me. It hung from a piece of rope, tied around one of the broken light posts. The rope that clung around his neck and the awkward angle of the head told the whole story. This person had hanged themselves. Fear surged through me, followed by a wave of disbelief as I my eyes moved towards the victims face. No! There in front of me, neck broken, eyes staring lifelessly into mine was my brother. Hopper.

A scream rips from my throat.

* * *

The sheets of my bed are twisted around my legs. Sweat made the back of my shirt cling to my body as my eyes fly open. My heart races and tears start to spill from my eyes. Hopper… . Darkness surrounds me but after a moment I realise that I am not in a street, but safely tucked away in my bed. Finally the realisation that is had all been a dream sweeps over me. Relief surges through me and my heart beats slows. Hopper is fine. It was all just a dream. You saw him yourself yesterday. He is fine. I take deep breaths trying to shake off the last parts of my dream.

I lay my head back down on the pillow, letting the darkness consume me, I close my eyes, waiting for sleep. But as soon as my eyes are close Hoppers lifeless body flashes behind my eye lids. I scream silently, my eyes flying open. No. He is fine. All just a dream Calm down I sooth myself. Siting up in bed I grab my pillow and hug it close, hopping to gain comfort. None comes. Finally I jump out of bed, slipping on some pants and a small jacket before moving towards my bedroom door. The house is quiet, only the sounds of my snoring family could be heard as I shuffle down the hallway towards the front door.

Quietly I slip out of the house into the chilly night air. Instantly I hug my jacket closer to me, shielding my body from the wind. I wasn’t used to the cold, not after the unbearable heat that we have to suffer from during the day. In some ways the cool air is welcomed, but in others it just reminds me of my dream. Of Hoppers lifeless body. Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I start to wander down the street that lead out of the victor‘s village. Me and my family moved in here when my brother, Klaus, won the games. I liked the area better than where we previously had lived, there is less people, more privacy. I have always liked my privacy, keeping to myself.

My feet shuffle along the dry ground as I turn the corner that leads to the markets. The streets are deserted, because most sensible people would actually be sleeping at this time of the night. It only takes me a few moments to reach the markets. The markets are usually busy with the people of District Three doing shopping and other things that amuse them. But now it was silent, like I had walked into a ghost town. Welcoming the peace I walk over to one of the benches and take a seat, listening to the sound of the chilly wind howling passed building that sheltered the people who were asleep within.

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

Unwelcome ~Dreams~//Semper Jun 15, 2013 11:29:21 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jun 15, 2013 11:29:21 GMT -5

I’d rather live with broken bones
than lay here all on my own
like a lovesick fool

[/color]
[/center]

It’s another sleepless night. No matter how I twist or turn under the sheets I am nowhere near comfortable. It was also one of those days where my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. All through the day my hands never stopped trembling – the gnawing in my gut and core wouldn’t quit. I know this feeling all too well and it still persists, even at this ungodly hour at night.

I roll over onto my side, looking at the clock on the wall. Already? My hand comes up and rubs my face. It’s almost pointless to go to sleep now; even if I did I’d only get a few hours and feel miserable once the sun came up. I figure it’s better to just not sleep than to feel like the living dead in the morning.

Grudgingly I haul myself out of bed. Holding my hands out I can see that they’re trembling still but definitely not as much as earlier. The nagging feeling has since been replaced by a sleepless night’s agitation. I stand up and go over to a shelf, pulling on a pair of jeans and another shirt. I typically get cold in any situation – hence why I always sleep with socks on – so a night like this has me shaking like a leaf. On top of that I slip on my jacket, then my shoes, and quietly creep out of my room.

Tiberius is sound asleep down the hall so I make a conscious effort to step on the silent floorboards, avoiding the ones that squeak and creak. As far as I know he’s a light sleeper, unlike me, and given his occupation it’d only support my theory, so any sound that even remotely sounds like an intruder would have him up in arms at a moment’s notice.

I sneak down the stairs as quietly as possible, zipping up my jacket quick before exiting the house. Tiberius would probably not like it if he found out about my leaving but I’m sure he’d understand. But that raises the question as to why I’m taking a night walk. I need to clear my head? Get that nagging feeling away? I’m not entirely sure, but as soon as the cold wind bites my skin I almost regret my decision. I press on, however, venturing to the place that I often find myself going to: the market.

The place is empty and dark, just as I would’ve guessed. The stands are lonesome, abandoned by the life that the vendors give them, and instead bask in the dull moonlight. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I can see a silhouette of someone seated on a bench. I guess it’s not empty afterall. I shove my hands in my pockets and curiously walk over to this stranger, but she’s no stranger at all.

”Tacara?”

It’s odd to find her out all by herself at night. I want to sit down and join her, but perhaps she’s out for a different reason than I am, and sitting by her side may impose on her intentions. ”Mind if I join you?”