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d4a tide evros {ems}
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keeping {E V E R Y} promise/// Minie May 25, 2014 12:20:31 GMT -5

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Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on May 25, 2014 12:20:31 GMT -5

Time doesn't move at all anymore. Seconds remain still as the clock of an eternal life ticks away minute by minute for those still alive walking the earth. It ended for me the moment my life was taken away too soon tearing my family to pieces yet again. My name etched into the back of their minds as they travel far away, crying, as my life collapsed onto the ground as my soul left my body forever. Watching the fairies chant my name as my life slowly went away- they were calling me, to dance for them, to dance with them, yet it was so far away for anything to even matter anymore. People tried to save me, they tried to help me, but I was too far gone for anyone to save me. My life will never be remembered as the boy who danced with the fairies- I'll always be remembered as another tribute who fell victim to the games. My name will be forgotten along with all the other names as year after year more and more die for the pageant of honor and glory. I fought my way through the games with every ounce of strength I had, yet it wasn't enough as the others were stronger, braver, more prepared.

Time hasn't moved at all since my life was destroyed. My body hasn't aged at all leaving me young- it's hard knowing I'll never grow old, never get married, or never have a family of my own, but nothing will change it. The people of the horrible nation, Panem, had different thoughts for me, torturing my body as the blade tightened in my hand slicing against others my age as they fought with courage, bravery, honor, for the right to go home, but in the end only one was brave enough to win it all. It wasn't me. I was weak. Even though I fought with every ounce of strength I had, it wasn't enough. Strength wasn't on my side. I was weak. My guard was let down for a second too long, and that was all it took to end my life. Broken bones crumbled beneath the weight of my body as I collapsed to the ground to be forgotten forever. That's what I'll be remembered as. The boy who was forgotten. It's what the rulers want- for the fallen to be forgotten, for the families to move on like nothing ever happened, yet it's impossible because my feet will never step foot into the Jay house again because my life has ceased to exist.

My family is expected to move on like nothing ever happened. Mist, my own twin, is supposed to forget who I am, yet she'll never forget me. Once a week we promised we'd meet at my grave, and we'd talk about life. I would get the opportunity to catch up on how she's doing. It's hard to be happy in the afterlife knowing that she's on earth walking without me. She's growing up without me, yet nothing will change what happened. Not knowing what's going on destroys my heart, yet it's beyond my wildest imagination if I even have a heart anymore. Blood doesn't flow through my veins as the heart doesn't beat anymore. It doesn't have to beat anymore because my life is over, gone, dead. It's what the entire nation wanted, well, all but my family. They didn't want me dead, but nothing they can do will ever bring me back. All the tears they shed won't be enough to change what has happened. All the times my soul flies through the house sweeping around the corners making sure my family is well doesn't make up for the bodies which will never be there again. My bed will never be filled again because I died. I'm dead, gone, dead.

My lifeless body moves through the ground traveling quickly as possible. It's one thing showing up late for a family dinner, but it's another showing up past the appropriate meeting time for my twin, my sister, my life. My grave stands before my eyes as water flows from my eyes. Crossing into reality, knowing that my life will never move on, destroys me, yet not a single person in the world can know at this time. My eyes scan around the area looking for Mist because she's the only person I want to see, to talk to. It wouldn't surprise me if she didn't show, though, because it's what's best. It's best if she moves on and forgets about her stupid brother who was never there for her, who always cared about books more than his own sister. I was stupid growing up. I did care about her, and the chance to show her never came, yet now living in the afterlife gone away from her, forever, the regrets bellow up into my mind shattering my life farther than it has already gone. Death took me away, chained my arms into it's presence, and took me away forever. I miss her more than anyone would ever know.

STORM JAY
TRIBUTE OF THE 65TH HUNGER GAMES

Etched deep within the stone of the marker is my name stating the games I was destroyed in. Nobody wanted to save me, not a single person moved forward to help me. My own family didn't help me, yet they weren't able to. The quell, young children, such a horrible way for the president to show how powerful he truly is. One good thing about being dead, is I'm free of his control. He doesn't own my life anymore, and that's amazing. The books gave me the freedom needed as life moved forward allowing me the chance to escape into the fantasy stories, yet it was never enough. Dying only showed me the stories are real. Every single fairy tale written is true in the afterlife. Everything exists here. I lower myself onto the ground sitting in front of the grave staring at my name wondering what would have happened if I was braver. Maybe I could be alive in place of the victor, the little girl, the one who attacked me, the one who helped kill me, but it's impossible to know, and today I can't worry about that. Today is the day for Mist since it was taken away from us the moment I died. Now, she just needs to show.

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keeping {E V E R Y} promise/// Minie Jun 29, 2014 4:49:04 GMT -5

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Post by circe murdock d4b 🌊 minie on Jun 29, 2014 4:49:04 GMT -5

M I S T J A Y
I love you every day and now i will miss you every day

I slowly let the front door close, trying not to make a sound as I left the little house. It was early and the sun was rising in the distance, giving the sky so many colors. It looked so beautiful, the kind of time, where you just want to sit there and stare. The world has changed, and I knew it, ever since Stormed had left it was different, even though people wanted us to go on, it’s hard, but they wouldn’t know. No one knows, though I am getting better. The family is still on hell of a mess, but we are getting better slowly making improvements, as other families have to suffer the pain we already went through.

I place one foot in front of the other, and keep walking towards the place where Storm rests and I visited his ghost to keep him up to date, on what was going on. At first it was all a bit creepy, seeing Storm after he died. And of course at first I thought it was nothing more than a dream, trying to hold me back from letting go. After the first few visits, my brain slowly processed that it wasn’t some sick twisted part of my mind driving me into insanity, instead that he was really there standing in front of me. My dead brother was still here. The thought brought tears to my eyes, and I wanted to hug him so badly, but I couldn’t. He was real and at the same time wasn’t.

The graveyard in district nine isn’t something special. It’s a nice piece of land, with flowers and dead people buried under the earth. At times I wonder if there is other people that come here to talk with the ghosts of their dead family, or is it really just me going insane. I want it to be real so badly, I want to believe that some of Storm is still on this earth. Though there is a part of me that still isn’t so convinced. The graveyard smells rather nice, maybe because the flowers people leave behind for their loved ones. It is so sad to think that one of the most beautiful places in the district is the one that collects most of the tears. It seems so cruel, it just seems like something Snow would do to torture us. Then again every rose has its thorn.

I push open the rusty copper gate and walk in. An older women too my right was putting back a watering can. I gave her a sad smile as I walked by. I don’t know her name, but what I do know is that she is here very often. I guess she is like me, she doesn’t want to give up her loved ones. She just doesn’t want to let go. Though I don’t know many people who enjoy letting go. Fawn is still extremely sad, she wants Jabber back, the way I want Storm back. We both wish that someday, they will walk the earth with us again, even though we know it never will happen. It hold us, it takes us, and then it consumes our heart. Leaving nothing behind but a crazy person that will get shipped off to insane asylum soon enough. I bet the capital makes a lot of money through crazy citizens. All those families that have lost people to the games, and just can’t think straight anymore. The capital is so innocent and so cruel at the same time.

Me and my family, just had the worst luck, two family members in a row that got shipped off to hell on earth. They had to suffer, they had to endure the capital’s pain without questioning it. Then again the family at home suffers the most. When they were put out of their misery, we lived. We had to be reminded of it every single day and night. There wasn’t a single time were we weren’t haunted by thoughts. I am sure that I am not the only one in the family that thinks, if we were to die then it would be all over. There was a time where death was my greatest wish. Now I am not so sure anymore.

“Storm” his name barley leaves my lips as a whisper. Are the ears of Ghosts better than humans? Can they see better than us, or are they truly just an image, something we wish to be. “Storm” I repeat myself though this time just bit louder. I silently pray that he showed up, so much has changed in the last few days.

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