Slow {B U R N} // Zoë [drought plot]
May 10, 2014 7:45:21 GMT -5
Post by Marrs ღ (FAF) on May 10, 2014 7:45:21 GMT -5
KENDALL FLETCHER
"My heart never silences."
"My heart never silences."
I never knew the sun could be so merciless.
Today, it feels as if I'm walking bare-foot in my sandals; I can still feel the scorch of the earth through the flimsy material. Dry and searing, the wind smacks my face multiple times as it attempts to suffocate me. I wince when a dust particle invades my eye. Really? I think, rubbing vigorously over my eye-lid. I don't deserve this.
But then again, neither does everybody else in district 10.
I rest one clammy palm on my scalp, feeling it singe my fingers. I grimace and look down, letting my eyes trace over the cracks in the earth. The sweat-drenched tank top I'm wearing relentlessly clings to my torso, making me want to cry out of frustration; it's so damn uncomfortable.
I look up at the sky, blinking furiously as I try to shield my eyes from the glare of what was once my childhood friend. "You weren't this bitter before," I tell the sun. A middle-aged woman with a black umbrella gives me a funny look as she passes by. I ignore it. "What happened now?" My voice is pleading, but the sun remains adamant with all it's sweltering glory.
Inwardly, I sigh. "It's no use trying to reason with you, is it?" I let my head fall back down as kick a pebble with my feet, pulling at my shirt again in a vain attempt to keep it there. Or with you, either.
The streets aren't filled with as much people as before, I don't blame them; sane people prefer to stay inside the protection of their homes in extreme weather conditions. Too bad my room is practically a fry-pan right now. Seriously, I'm not joking. The sun-rays fall directly through my bedroom window at the orphanage, making it heat up rather quickly. It's absolutely unbearable at noon, when the heat is at it's peak.
Mistress is beginning to get worried. Animals are dying and it's becoming harder to obtain water. I want to help her, but I don't know how. Even the farm where I work is at hiatus at the moment.
I ponder at this for a while, failing to notice when my skin stops sweating. I'm somewhere far away though, my mind feeling oddly detached from my body. A slow thudding sound invades my ears and It takes a while for me to realize it's my own heartbeat. My knees buckle with the faltering of my steps and fall with my cheek hitting the dirt.
My vision is filled with black spots and it's becoming harder to breathe by the second.
So I close my eyes and let it go dark.
Today, it feels as if I'm walking bare-foot in my sandals; I can still feel the scorch of the earth through the flimsy material. Dry and searing, the wind smacks my face multiple times as it attempts to suffocate me. I wince when a dust particle invades my eye. Really? I think, rubbing vigorously over my eye-lid. I don't deserve this.
But then again, neither does everybody else in district 10.
I rest one clammy palm on my scalp, feeling it singe my fingers. I grimace and look down, letting my eyes trace over the cracks in the earth. The sweat-drenched tank top I'm wearing relentlessly clings to my torso, making me want to cry out of frustration; it's so damn uncomfortable.
I look up at the sky, blinking furiously as I try to shield my eyes from the glare of what was once my childhood friend. "You weren't this bitter before," I tell the sun. A middle-aged woman with a black umbrella gives me a funny look as she passes by. I ignore it. "What happened now?" My voice is pleading, but the sun remains adamant with all it's sweltering glory.
Inwardly, I sigh. "It's no use trying to reason with you, is it?" I let my head fall back down as kick a pebble with my feet, pulling at my shirt again in a vain attempt to keep it there. Or with you, either.
The streets aren't filled with as much people as before, I don't blame them; sane people prefer to stay inside the protection of their homes in extreme weather conditions. Too bad my room is practically a fry-pan right now. Seriously, I'm not joking. The sun-rays fall directly through my bedroom window at the orphanage, making it heat up rather quickly. It's absolutely unbearable at noon, when the heat is at it's peak.
Mistress is beginning to get worried. Animals are dying and it's becoming harder to obtain water. I want to help her, but I don't know how. Even the farm where I work is at hiatus at the moment.
I ponder at this for a while, failing to notice when my skin stops sweating. I'm somewhere far away though, my mind feeling oddly detached from my body. A slow thudding sound invades my ears and It takes a while for me to realize it's my own heartbeat. My knees buckle with the faltering of my steps and fall with my cheek hitting the dirt.
My vision is filled with black spots and it's becoming harder to breathe by the second.
So I close my eyes and let it go dark.
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