After four years [Open]
Nov 16, 2014 1:46:00 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Nov 16, 2014 1:46:00 GMT -5
Fawn Jay
I remember the day his name was called, the day when my life changed dramatically forever. It was the day when suddenly, my happy little life began to tear apart at the seams and the glass ball I had been living in began to crack to eventually shatter the next year when another bird was snatched from our nest and forced to repeat history, but instead of just dying, the bird seemed like it stood a chance until suddenly, they were pecked from the sky by a greedy Falcons talons. The damned reaping day, the day when twenty-four children were selected to be tossed from the nest and forced to learn to fly when truly, most of them had barely learned to use their wings.
My eyes gaze down at the book perched between my knees as I sit beneath one of the few trees surrounding the district, the autumn sunlight not quite as warm as the summer sunlight nor providing quite enough length to the day to spend the entirety of it reading. The words on the paper, for the last half hour, have been swimming past my eyes as I try to focus on the story but I cannot force my eyes to do what I want. Sighing, I blink and close the book, unable to even remember what the book was about even though I have been reading it now for three days, trying to finish a project for school but right now, I just can't do it, the only people on my mind are not the characters of the story but the real people who used to be a regular part of my life.
Standing, I follow along the river I used to follow to meet a certain person every day in secret and when I come to the spot we used to meet, I almost expect him to be standing there and for a moment, I forget that I'll never see him again because he's... I cannot say it. I cannot say it even now, four years after it happened. I feel excitement rise in my chest before I arrive only to feel bitter disappointment when I find it empty of life apart from the occasional squirrel darting around the clearing. I shouldn't have come here, the memories beginning to filter through my mind are starting to overwhelm me as I feel gentle tears form in my eyes. Why did I come here? Was I hoping that maybe the last four years had been some sort of twisted dream and I may wake up and he'll be there waiting for me and telling me he loves me?
I am so focused on my own sadness that I don't really notice the sound of footsteps approaching me. I startle and look up, wondering who could have followed me in the light of the setting sun.
