tell me how // {blitz} | (semper, mylee)
Sept 21, 2013 10:07:25 GMT -5
Post by dars on Sept 21, 2013 10:07:25 GMT -5
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Wind in my hair has always relaxed me, always kept me calm when I felt like I was ready to explode. I was so tired of being used by my new "family" and they just gave me more and more reasons every day to hate them. From what I've gathered (I have no personal experience,) families love each other, and are there for one another. They stand up for each other, and try their hardest to please one another. At times, they may fight, but in the end they are supposed to know that they always have each other, even when they have nobody else. The problem was that, my family wasn't a family at all. More like a middle aged couple and a teenage girl that hated me, and left me with all of the chores. I was fairly certain that was the only reason they adopted me.)
It really was sad, but I had grown used to it. It was always the same routine, a family would take me in, act like they cared about me for about a week or so, and then slowly begin to treat me like a slave until they realized just how pathetic I was, and then it was off to the next family. I had been with this one for almost two years, though, and even though they could have all cared less if I were to die- that's not true. They would have cared, because then who would feed the cattle?
I could feel the blood heating in my cheeks as I ran through the back roads, no longer caring that I was running so fast that I could hardly breath. I had to go. Somehow, I had to be saved from this nightmare they called life. But how? How was I ever going to be anything more than dirt? The Capitol Officials said they even found me in the dirt, and since I was only a toddler, they had spared my life. I wondered where my real parents had gone often, why they had left me, or if they had at all. Maybe they had just stepped away for a moment. Maybe they had been searching for me ever since that day. Maybe they were dead. I didn't know, but I wanted to. I was tired of never having any answers, and someway, somehow, I was going to find them.
regrets collect like old friends
here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
and all of the ghouls come out to play
here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
and all of the ghouls come out to play
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