.:He's a Fighter:. (Oneshot!)
Jul 11, 2013 19:34:35 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Jul 11, 2013 19:34:35 GMT -5
Hears Thinks Says Writing
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
Gonna live life 'til we're dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
Best friends are supposed to stick by each other's sides, but Joey had broken that. Joey was supposed to talk to his friend in the District building, but he just couldn't talk to Deimos. He just couldn't. There would have been tears, and that's a sign of weakness. Weakness was not allowed in his eyes. Joey had given the peacekeepers a note to give to Deimos, since he couldn't face the hard fact of showing weakness.
Joey sat in his room thinking of what Deimos will probably have to face. Deimos would have to go through the fate of fighting against 23 other teens and having to kill them. Deimos might possibly die and Joey would have to watch and see if Deimos was going to die. Joey's eyes meet the guitar across the room. It was Deimos' guitar, the guitar that he was playing the night that Joey had meet him, even though Joey was a little bit too drunk to remember that night.
Joey's hands reach for the guitar that stands against Joey's dresser. His hands grab the guitar. Joey swears that when he is holding it, he can feel Deimos' presence. He could almost hear him talking to him, but Deimos was gone and away. His only true friend that he had. Sure he had a lot of friends, but they all were nothing compared to Deimos. Deimos, the boy who left Joey with only memories of a real friend. A real person to talk to, not those stupid populars. Deimos would always hold a special part of him.
The rest of the tributes were nothing compared to Deimos. Deimos was a fighter. A fighter who would not stop at all until he got home. Joey believed Deimos could come home, but the idea of him possibly not was killing Joey on the inside. A fighter who won't stop anytime soon. Joey had faith that he was coming home, but who knows what the other districts had up their sleeve. District 7 may be one of the tougher districts, but the other districts have some surprises usually. D4 last year had River who demolished the games, but Cricket did kill her, but still the other districts had surprises. Who know what the game makers are planning, the only thing Joey knew was Deimos was a fighter and they don't quit, until it is useless.
Joey strummed the guitar as his life depended on it. Deimos had taught him only a few things about guitar, so it wasn't like he was making a screeching noise with it. The guitar was Deimos' favorite thing in the world and he trusted Joey with it while he was gone. Joey could swear he could hear his voice still. "If I get reaped, make sure to keep my guitar safe. It is my favorite thing in the world, J." That's what Joey did, he protected the only real thing he has of his friend, besides memories.
Deimos was a fighter. He would fight and fight and Fight, until he couldn't fight no more. Joey believed that Deimos would be fine and would do great. He was a fighter and so the tributes better watch out, Joey believed that Deimos would cause some trouble, and Secretly Joey hoped Deimos would come back. He was his only true friend in existence. Deimos was a fighter.The fighter of District 7, and Joey believed he would be back, not the same, but back to him.
Joey sat in his room thinking of what Deimos will probably have to face. Deimos would have to go through the fate of fighting against 23 other teens and having to kill them. Deimos might possibly die and Joey would have to watch and see if Deimos was going to die. Joey's eyes meet the guitar across the room. It was Deimos' guitar, the guitar that he was playing the night that Joey had meet him, even though Joey was a little bit too drunk to remember that night.
Joey's hands reach for the guitar that stands against Joey's dresser. His hands grab the guitar. Joey swears that when he is holding it, he can feel Deimos' presence. He could almost hear him talking to him, but Deimos was gone and away. His only true friend that he had. Sure he had a lot of friends, but they all were nothing compared to Deimos. Deimos, the boy who left Joey with only memories of a real friend. A real person to talk to, not those stupid populars. Deimos would always hold a special part of him.
The rest of the tributes were nothing compared to Deimos. Deimos was a fighter. A fighter who would not stop at all until he got home. Joey believed Deimos could come home, but the idea of him possibly not was killing Joey on the inside. A fighter who won't stop anytime soon. Joey had faith that he was coming home, but who knows what the other districts had up their sleeve. District 7 may be one of the tougher districts, but the other districts have some surprises usually. D4 last year had River who demolished the games, but Cricket did kill her, but still the other districts had surprises. Who know what the game makers are planning, the only thing Joey knew was Deimos was a fighter and they don't quit, until it is useless.
Joey strummed the guitar as his life depended on it. Deimos had taught him only a few things about guitar, so it wasn't like he was making a screeching noise with it. The guitar was Deimos' favorite thing in the world and he trusted Joey with it while he was gone. Joey could swear he could hear his voice still. "If I get reaped, make sure to keep my guitar safe. It is my favorite thing in the world, J." That's what Joey did, he protected the only real thing he has of his friend, besides memories.
Deimos was a fighter. He would fight and fight and Fight, until he couldn't fight no more. Joey believed that Deimos would be fine and would do great. He was a fighter and so the tributes better watch out, Joey believed that Deimos would cause some trouble, and Secretly Joey hoped Deimos would come back. He was his only true friend in existence. Deimos was a fighter.The fighter of District 7, and Joey believed he would be back, not the same, but back to him.
There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter
Here comes the fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,
This one's a fighter
