The {past} pain is the {future}| Baptist Jay oneshot
Jul 21, 2014 18:23:26 GMT -5
Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Jul 21, 2014 18:23:26 GMT -5
Baptist Jay District Nine | Male | Seventeen | Cameron Radice
I'm tired of waking up in tears
[Owl City - Silhouette]
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Three years ago my world changed forever. Jabber was taken away from us by the Capitol. He was tossed around in the arena in front of a bunch of vicious predators ready to tear him into pieces because he wasn't ready, he wasn't prepared. He died because the Capitol wanted him to die. A year after his reaping, Storm was reaped. He was taken away from the family just like Jabber was; he looked more prepared. He looked like he was going to go far into the games, but they struck the bird down the moment the head flew off his ally. It's been two years since one of us was reaped, and it was looking impossible for district nine to bring home a victor, but somehow a guy managed to win last year. He defeated the odds which only proved that the Jays, my family, aren't worthy of the crown because we are a disgrace.
Ever since the beginning of this game, I've stood in front of the screen in the square watching as the district nine tributes fought through the games. Day one, two, and three went by without the tributes from home dying. It didn't take much for the boy to fall in the fight. They killed him like he was nothing. His face appeared in the sky that night. It's the fifth day of the games, and I watched as the girl from home was slaughtered in a feast. They attacked her over and over like they did Jabber when he was in the games. They tossed her around like a rag doll digging their weapons into him over and over again. She made it to eleventh place, but she died. It doesn't matter what anyone can do now because once again we have proven we are just a disgrace to the entire nation of Panem.
I ran away from the square as fast as I could not wanting to look back. I turned the corner of alley's not looking back not caring if anyone was following me. How did he do it. How did Colgate win the games? Why did they love him more? Why did they give him what he needed to get out of the games? What was different about him and Storm? Storm was fourteen, just a kid. My feet pound against the ground as I keep my eyes focused straight ahead. What was so likeable about him? Why did he win? Why couldn't it have been Jabber or Storm? The other tributes pounced on them so fast, but they never attacked Colgate until the very end. Jabber must have screwed up and got on the wrong side of them all that they wanted him dead right away, but why him? (Does it make me selfish that I wanted my own family to survive over the others?)
My eyes dart in front of me checking every direction because the last thing I want is for anyone to find me. They'll question me, ask me why I'm running, but nobody ever understands that I can't answer answer the questions. I hate him. I don't know what was so different that the Capitol fell in love with him. I hate him. I really hate him. A waterworks of tears form in my eyes freely flowing down my face as I continue running. I'm leaving. I'm not going back. I refuse to return home. I can't stand looking at them, or sitting in the dining room at my aunt and uncle's house. My eyes always fall on the empty chairs belonging to Storm and Jabber. I hate the dust that covers them, but they are always going to be empty now. My cousins have died, and yet somehow the other, older guy managed to win last year. And I don't know how he did it.
A wall stands before me blocking my way. Trash cans piled along the wall leading the way through the alley. I slow my pace down from a run wondering where I am, but it's only for a moment. My feet connect with the trash cans, hard sending them flying in different directions. It should make a sound, something, but the sounds never fly past my ears. All I know is silence, and death. Silence rings through my ears as my throat vibrates. Tears pour down my face. What was so different about him, and Jabber and Storm? All are humans, but only one is living. I slide down the wall onto the ground and bring my knees to my chest. Alone. It's all I know because the world doesn't care about me, or anyone. They want us to die, and if that's what they want, I will die here in this alley where nobody can ever find me. I hate him, but I don't. He won, and it makes me hate him even more.
Ever since the beginning of this game, I've stood in front of the screen in the square watching as the district nine tributes fought through the games. Day one, two, and three went by without the tributes from home dying. It didn't take much for the boy to fall in the fight. They killed him like he was nothing. His face appeared in the sky that night. It's the fifth day of the games, and I watched as the girl from home was slaughtered in a feast. They attacked her over and over like they did Jabber when he was in the games. They tossed her around like a rag doll digging their weapons into him over and over again. She made it to eleventh place, but she died. It doesn't matter what anyone can do now because once again we have proven we are just a disgrace to the entire nation of Panem.
I ran away from the square as fast as I could not wanting to look back. I turned the corner of alley's not looking back not caring if anyone was following me. How did he do it. How did Colgate win the games? Why did they love him more? Why did they give him what he needed to get out of the games? What was different about him and Storm? Storm was fourteen, just a kid. My feet pound against the ground as I keep my eyes focused straight ahead. What was so likeable about him? Why did he win? Why couldn't it have been Jabber or Storm? The other tributes pounced on them so fast, but they never attacked Colgate until the very end. Jabber must have screwed up and got on the wrong side of them all that they wanted him dead right away, but why him? (Does it make me selfish that I wanted my own family to survive over the others?)
My eyes dart in front of me checking every direction because the last thing I want is for anyone to find me. They'll question me, ask me why I'm running, but nobody ever understands that I can't answer answer the questions. I hate him. I don't know what was so different that the Capitol fell in love with him. I hate him. I really hate him. A waterworks of tears form in my eyes freely flowing down my face as I continue running. I'm leaving. I'm not going back. I refuse to return home. I can't stand looking at them, or sitting in the dining room at my aunt and uncle's house. My eyes always fall on the empty chairs belonging to Storm and Jabber. I hate the dust that covers them, but they are always going to be empty now. My cousins have died, and yet somehow the other, older guy managed to win last year. And I don't know how he did it.
A wall stands before me blocking my way. Trash cans piled along the wall leading the way through the alley. I slow my pace down from a run wondering where I am, but it's only for a moment. My feet connect with the trash cans, hard sending them flying in different directions. It should make a sound, something, but the sounds never fly past my ears. All I know is silence, and death. Silence rings through my ears as my throat vibrates. Tears pour down my face. What was so different about him, and Jabber and Storm? All are humans, but only one is living. I slide down the wall onto the ground and bring my knees to my chest. Alone. It's all I know because the world doesn't care about me, or anyone. They want us to die, and if that's what they want, I will die here in this alley where nobody can ever find me. I hate him, but I don't. He won, and it makes me hate him even more.
