alone t o g e t h e r {thundy--blitz}
May 13, 2014 3:01:09 GMT -5
Post by gamemaker artemie 🦉nyte on May 13, 2014 3:01:09 GMT -5
k a t e r i n a o ' l e a r y
"A L L T H IS B A D B L O O D H E R E"
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Living in the lap of luxury is nothing like I'd expected. A warm bed in the evening, a large breakfast in the morning. Something I'd dreamed of since the day I was old enough to understand what greed was. I'd always been told the grass was greener over here. Bullshit. It's rotted and dying everywhere. Like the bodies my brother left in that arena. Like that hair that'd never gray, and the skin that'd never wrinkle. Born children and died the same. There's a deep sickness rising within my gut, an emptiness pounding at the lining of my stomach. Its sweaty hands attempting to pull my heart from its cage. I don't think I'd miss it. Sometimes I question whether it's still beating.
It's still there. I can hear its rapid thrashing within my ears, The moment I awake, fingers wrapped around soft cotton sheets. Hair askew around my neck and chest. Soap would be leaving for his tour any time now, to rub his victory into the faces of families who lost their children and districts who lost their grain.
I don't blame Col, at least I think I don't. It's hard to make sense of anything with this blood rushing through my head. He did save me, save us, after all. Had he not returned,I'dwe'd have starved. How could I hate a super hero?Perhaps because I fear he's quite the opposite.He hasn't been home long enough for me to tell whether or not he'd changed. The shock of him just being here was far too overwhelming. Days passing in a blurr of colors and sounds. Come to think of it, I can't even recall how long ago my brother had returned. It felt like years and seconds simultaneously.
I've managed to escape the tangle of sheets the night terrors had trapped me in. My feet move of their own accord, led more by my stomach than my brain. I can't be bothered to check the time, I only assume its some ungodly hour in the morning. Might as well make some breakfast. There's plenty of food to go around. We're rich now, right?
I try to move as quiet as I can, finding myself stumped as what to make. And lacking the knowledge as to how.
This life definitely wasn't what I expected it to be.
It's more of a black than a green.
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