Road to {HELL} //Mist/Red

Post by circe murdock d4b 🌊 minie on Nov 2, 2013 11:34:25 GMT -5

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][bg=052439] Mist Jay Love is a relevant word, just as hope. Words that make you think everything is going to be fine and the world won't be destroyed by a wave of hate a disaster. They build illusions for your soul to believe them. They make you think that nothing will change and that everything will stay perfect. No one will be be hurt. That is life in the districts. Where we are all tricked by the capital who makes everything look okay. I have finally been able to see through the vale the capital has thrown over us. All our hope has been taken away two years in a row. Though this year is much worse, I have truly entered hell for once and for all. I took myself back and separated from my family. I haven't eaten much or drank. I haven't came out and my skin is turning a sickly pale color. I haven't done much but crying lately even though he is still alive. I slipped Storms book from under my pillow I tried reading it over and over again, but haven't gotten past the first page. I don't know what to do with myself anymore and I don't think anybody does. I finally understand what Fawn went through last year. I finally knew what she was thinking and feeling, and now I'm sorry for trying to be the tuff one and acting like I didn't care about what was happening. I wish I could go up to her and fall on my knees and beg for her to forgive me. Now it is my turn in hell, like ripred wanted to punish me for my actions. He wanted me to make me pay for the way I was. He wanted to make me pay by making Storm pay my price. If he were to really come back, I have no idea how I would manage to look him in the eye again. I would never be able to tell him how sorry I am for the way I was. I wanted nothing more than to die. If he dies, I will die with him. We are twins and we stick together. I sniffle and cry through the day. My hair hasn't been brushed in days and looks like a blond rats nest covering my face as I place my eyes into my knees, weeping and wanting for it all to stop. Physical pain will never compare to the pain in my heart right now. nothing will ever be able to comfort me again. speech narration