CAP: Everything falls apart at the seams; Matthew/Kyanite
Jan 11, 2014 17:42:32 GMT -5
Post by * on Jan 11, 2014 17:42:32 GMT -5
The moment the nurses had mentioned to me that Gala would need surgery, I freaked out. I hadn't menat to hurt her that much. I never meant for any of that to happen to her or to me. Our need for a second chance ended the moment that I let my career mindset take over and instead of fighting my friend, I had lost focus and let my training take over. The punch to her ribs had done the damage that I ultimately didn't think about. I knew Mason has broken her ribs, but the moment my curled up fist laid into her, I didnt think anything about it. I was blinded to Gala. I was doing what I was trained to do. Shunned by my father for losing. I had so many things going through my mind, that I had lost all of my reasons to hold back. I became a monster like Kayghna.
The only thing going through my mind though was the moment that Matthew barged in Gala's treatment room door before they sent her off. How he looked not at me, but at Gala only. Asked how she was. It was the first time he didn't offer anything to me, even though I had fought her as well. I had taken hits and received the bruises too. That's what hurt the most. He didn't care. Matthew was more worried about Gala and probably just as equally pissed at me to have put her in that position and I realized that my father was wrong. This training I did was suppose to be for the actual hunger games; not for something like the pregames. If, after today, they open again, I will not take part. I refuse to go through the pain and agony of matching myself up with another friend for glory. My life isn't on the line, so there is no more need to show my worth to everyone in the district. I train for myself. Not for the people of the district.
Somehow, while in my thoughts, I end up near the old barn that Matthew had taken me to. That one day where we became close. We became more than just opponents or friends. We decided to make it more than that and to create this bond. Now, as I reach the barn, I wonder if he'll be here. He told me he comes here when he's stressed or needs time to hisself. I can only hope he's here, because I need to talk to him. I need to explain what happened. I need him.
The moment my fingers touched the door, I pushed it open, allowing the soft creaking noise to echo around the room. My eyes searching immediately for any sign of him, but right before he comes into view, I voice my presence.
"Hello? Matthew... Matthew?" I take a few steps in, my eyes just a bit red from the conversation i had with Gala and then the walk over here as I began to fear for what might happen to the girl. Matt needed to know. I just hope he'll listen. "Matthew? It's me... Kyanite. I need to talk to you?"
The only thing going through my mind though was the moment that Matthew barged in Gala's treatment room door before they sent her off. How he looked not at me, but at Gala only. Asked how she was. It was the first time he didn't offer anything to me, even though I had fought her as well. I had taken hits and received the bruises too. That's what hurt the most. He didn't care. Matthew was more worried about Gala and probably just as equally pissed at me to have put her in that position and I realized that my father was wrong. This training I did was suppose to be for the actual hunger games; not for something like the pregames. If, after today, they open again, I will not take part. I refuse to go through the pain and agony of matching myself up with another friend for glory. My life isn't on the line, so there is no more need to show my worth to everyone in the district. I train for myself. Not for the people of the district.
Somehow, while in my thoughts, I end up near the old barn that Matthew had taken me to. That one day where we became close. We became more than just opponents or friends. We decided to make it more than that and to create this bond. Now, as I reach the barn, I wonder if he'll be here. He told me he comes here when he's stressed or needs time to hisself. I can only hope he's here, because I need to talk to him. I need to explain what happened. I need him.
The moment my fingers touched the door, I pushed it open, allowing the soft creaking noise to echo around the room. My eyes searching immediately for any sign of him, but right before he comes into view, I voice my presence.
"Hello? Matthew... Matthew?" I take a few steps in, my eyes just a bit red from the conversation i had with Gala and then the walk over here as I began to fear for what might happen to the girl. Matt needed to know. I just hope he'll listen. "Matthew? It's me... Kyanite. I need to talk to you?"
So that's what she came here for: To tell me why she hit Gala the way she did. How did she even know I was mad at her because of it? I mean all I did was not talk to her after the fight. Can girls sense something like this.
