Off to {die} [Vinnie's Reaction to the Reaping]
Oct 16, 2013 2:16:23 GMT -5
Post by Meghan on Oct 16, 2013 2:16:23 GMT -5
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and here I am, hiding from her.
Hiding from reality. Hiding from truth.
Hiding for myself.[/right][/color]
She is alone and where I am? In the Capitol! But it's okay, because she is safe, for now. Right? Right? There is no way anything bad could happen to her there, not after so much bad has already happened. Surely she would be safe for another year.
Just one more year. God, if we was out there, could give me that much.[/justify]
"One more year.
One more year.
One more year.
One more year.
Come on Beatrice,
just one more year."
One more year.
One more year.
One more year.
Come on Beatrice,
just one more year."
One more year and I would get my shit together and find a way to tell her. I was safe, there was no more risk for them shipping my weak ass off to some arena to fight for their stupid entertainment. Even if that was where I probably belonged, alongside my brother.
She would probably kill me the instant she saw me. Kill me for being afraid. If she was anything like him, anything like me, she was the type to sooner punch something than face the issue at hand. But still, I had to try. I couldn't keep pretending that nothing was wrong 364 days of the year. That wasn't fair to her or me.
...
It was time to face the moment of truth.
[/b] She would probably kill me the instant she saw me. Kill me for being afraid. If she was anything like him, anything like me, she was the type to sooner punch something than face the issue at hand. But still, I had to try. I couldn't keep pretending that nothing was wrong 364 days of the year. That wasn't fair to her or me.
...
It was time to face the moment of truth.
It wasn't going to be her, there was no possible way. She was going to be fine, of course. They had to pick somebody else, had to. Why would they pick her? Why should they pick her? Let some other family suffer for once. She was fine. She was was okay. Beatrice was okay. Beatrice was safe. My sister was safe. My sister was --
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"Beatrice Birch."
--going to the Capitol to be killed in the sixty-fifth annual hunger games.
My cane fell with a clatter, all but forgotten as I swallowed my reassurance.
My cane fell with a clatter, all but forgotten as I swallowed my reassurance.
. . . reality struck . . .
My little sister had to die.
I bent down and grabbed the crutch clumsily, before turning on my heal to march out of the square with as much dignity and determination as I could muster. Nobody had to know what happened today, nobody had to know who I truly was.
for after all, I am only a coward.
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Sometimes I get a good feeling
I get a feeling that I never had before
I get a good feeling
Yes I can, doubt that I leave, I'm running with this plan
Pull me, grab me, crabs in the bucket can't have me
I'll be the president one day.
I get a feeling that I never had before
I get a good feeling
Yes I can, doubt that I leave, I'm running with this plan
Pull me, grab me, crabs in the bucket can't have me
I'll be the president one day.
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Word Count: 859
Thanks to Seb for the wonderful graphic (:
Thanks to Seb for the wonderful graphic (: