Backflipping to die.... [Darren's death post]
Nov 3, 2013 20:50:53 GMT -5
Post by kittyoemily on Nov 3, 2013 20:50:53 GMT -5
I know what is coming, but I also wish not to know. I know death is upon me. Death in essence is upon all of us. We all die some day. Today is my day I suppose. I always thought that the worse thing about a long drawn out death was the wailing, and agony of it all. That it was the pain that made it bad. Now that I am hear on this hard grass floor surrounded by big oak trees I realize it is not the worse thing about a drawn out death. No it is thinking about it thinking about your loved ones. The ones that you love. The ones that you have met. All the people who you have met. It sucks thinking about them. I even think about mantel. I think about how he will take it when I die. Sure he will be happy since he killed me. But no matter what I spoke to him. That small touch of personal talking could do some damage. I know it will. I regret talking to him for that reason, but I am also glad because it gave me something else to think about as I get ready to die.
It gave me this moment of thoughts. I have yet to stop counting my last seconds I am up to three hundred and forty seconds in my head. Five point six something minutes. Some how even with every thing that has happened my double tasking capabilities have not failed me. They have not failed my heart, and brain. As you realize your death now it is not painful. I get some type of hope of fleeing, or at least looking like I made some effort in the end. I look up at mantel. My eyes looking right into his. Just give me a chance mantel to show my family that I did not give up. I think in my head. I brush my hair back, and push my self up on one leg. I whisper silently as I stare right into Mantels eyes. “ Darren Dublin District one Career. Ready to die, but not yet ready to have someone else take the credit for killing him. I love You sammy. I love you Scar. Believe it or not I also love Emery.” I know this will be my last hora! My last chance to show off for Scar, to do something in Emery’s honor, and to give Sammy hope. I prey that Phenom is not and will not watch as I die. I bend my hurting leg. I am still good at this I think to myself. I turn around with my back towards mantel. Give me some time Mantel. Let me finish my life the way I want it to happen.
Believe it or not as brave as I am trying to be. I allow a tear to escape my eye. Oh how I never thought it would end like this. I wipe the tear quick. This is my spot light. This is the final moment that I will remember till the end. For the end. Four hundred seconds. Things start to go through my mind. Who I was. What I became, Who I am now. All are different. All mean nothing at the end. I would like to think the end is my brightest moment. Only I don’t know if it is. I can’t say that I changed a whole lot in fourteen years. I can say how ever the amount I did change is drastic. I put on my little quirky smile on. I give a thumbs up to what kind of camera there might be, and I know I am ready to die. I have been ready since this battle started. I realize now how much I owe mantel. He is delaying my death enough so I can think through how I want to die. Yes a Back flip is it. That is why I am up here. A back flip I may be able to do still I know a cart wheel not as much.
I get myself ready again. I realize me leg unbent itself in the time that I have waisted. Five hundred and ten seconds so far.I bend my leg. I slick back my hair one last time. I even push one hand in my pool of blood and wipe it on my left cheek in honor of my favorite enemy phenom. I am not sure if it will go noticed by anyone that I did anything for them, but I continue with a kiss to Scar, and a pointer at my district token. The bracelet I stole from Sammy. I love you Sammy I mouthed one more time. I give a hefty grin and lunge my self in the air. Six hundred seconds six minutes. I feel a rip down my chest. I must have reached over Mantel. I close my eyes for a second as the pain takes over. The pain of life. I know I am meant to die. I know I can’t stop the death, but at least I am back flipping the way I want to die. I open my eyes to catch the life for a few seconds more. I can’t really catch it. My eyes are going blurry from the lack of blood. My lungs are filling up with blood. Some how though I land this back flip. It was destiny all along. The back flip is what will kill me. I sway for a few seconds on my foot. My vision is getting more, and more blurry. I wear a smile like I won when I did not. I throw my hands in the air like I won the games when it is far from it. Number eight Darren to die Not awful, but most certainly not something to be proud of. I give a bigger smile even though my brain is telling me that if I don’t I will live a bit longer. I don’t want to live longer so I can show my fear more no! I want to show how I lived my life with a smile on my face.
I try, and speak to the blurr in front of me. It comes out blurred with the blood spattering in my mouth.I think he can hear it. “ If you see Emery tell her that I died the way she said I was going......” I collapsed on the floor. My body no longer supported me. I am on the floor side ways. I am able to smell the grass. I am able to enjoy the rest of the life I have left. I feel my heart slowing ever so slightly even though I know it is not the case. I know it is actually slowing down very fast just I am fading away into nothingness. I breathe in with the taste of blood on my mouth. I love you guys.... Is all I can think about. Not hatred or anger that a normal person would feel as they die due to what they caused, no I feel love. My eye sight is forever gone. I can no longer feel anything in my legs or arms. My head is starting to feel very fuzzy too. I start finishing the counting in my head. Seven hundred and two seconds is the end of Darren Dublin District one career who scored a six in training who loves Scar, and Sammy and haves had a decent size crush on Emery his district partner. Darren Dublin is dead. Yes He is. I hear the cannon go off muffled. My ears barely work, but from where I stand now I know that I am dead to never to return to any part of Panem again.