Things that Stop Your Dreaming [blitz] {Zoe}
Jan 13, 2014 22:36:01 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 22:36:01 GMT -5
Cole Radke
My heart does not rise with the morning sun. The birds are singing and people are chattering, but I do not hear them. I can focus on nothing but the ground beneath my feet and the gaze of the girl that stands before me. She is not one to strike me as a victor, no, she strikes me as a survivor. There is no pride in her eyes or victory in her heart, there is only regret. However I do not pity her on her win. If she had not wanted this, she would not be here, and maybe, on the slight chance, my sister would be. But hadn’t this girl helped Cassie? Was not her death by the hand of the boy from Eleven? These thoughts did not stop the pangs of forced anger that pumped through my veins. I wasn’t sure why I had so much resent for this girl, but no matter how hard I tried to justify the things she had done, I couldn’t force content upon myself.
Until the moment when the speakers forced her name to enter my ears, I hadn’t even remembered it in the slightest. Saffron Lowe, the Victor of the 65th Annual Hunger Games. As I had watched Cassie’s final days, she was only one of the two girls that had helped Cassie. At that time, when I saw the way they had interacted, I had thanked the girl, and wished her the best even, but now, where had that feeling gone? I suppose it had flown away with Cassie, and even though there was still resent, I shrugged away the thought. At least her family had a living, breathing soul to welcome home instead of a casket.
I remember the first time I saw Cassie’s casket, with its ornate designs etched into the wood. It was supposed to be beautiful, but how was this considered beauty? I looked from it to the girl again, and the feelings of anger came again. Was I supposed to congratulate her? Could I really do that? I stumble over the words in the back of my throat, and eventually I can do nothing but stare at her. This isn’t a dream anymore, this is a harsh reality that I am not willing to face.