So Close & So Very Far Away [OPEN]
Dec 30, 2014 18:36:09 GMT -5
Post by Double M on Dec 30, 2014 18:36:09 GMT -5
Was it the Capitol that forced me into this fear, so I'd not trust this boy? One with more hope in his soul then the rest of our district combined. There was still a small flicker of hope in me some where, deep within me a small fire brewed - keeping my heart from freezing over completely. Even so I couldn't help but fight his words, how could I believe in something so far fetched? So distant, the world outside these walls is another universe I've never considered I'd be able to pass into. Yet here this broken boy is, telling me tales of a land filled with freedom and life - neither of which prosper in district eleven.
I look up into Sampson's eyes, not afraid to lock my gaze with his - if only for this moment. My words had deeply affected him, I can see it in his eyes how strongly he believes in his stories. Usually, it's easy to tell when someone is telling a fib. But with Sampson? It was proving to be quite a puzzle. I didn't know who or what to believe anymore. My whole view on this world has come into questioning by just a few words spoken by this boy. That was the kind of power he had - and I'm not sure whether it should scare me, or enlighten me.
“He—Rum Tum… my brother… wanted me to come back here,” He says, finally giving an explanation. “It was winter and we were lost, didn’t have no food and—he didn’t want me to die out there. Said,” He chokes for a moment, and I sigh. “I needed to be back with people who could take care of me.” Sampson shrugs. “He was blind and… we weren't doing so good. Even though he lived outside the wall his whole life, he… we couldn’t make it on our own. Not like that.” he says sternly. It made since, the Capitol has told us there ain't nothing good out there for us. Nothing but wild animals and oak trees, though honestly that's all we get inside these walls, too. So what's the real point in trying to get out of these chains? To die from disease in freedom rather than within the district? Neither of our choices seem very savory. There is no escaping our deathly fates.
“There’s an old rainwater tunnel out past the Hale farm. ‘Sbeen there since Rum Tum was a kid. ‘S how his momma could come in and out the district,” I say matter-of-factly. “To see my pa.”
he finally spits out, giving perhaps the first bit of concrete information. I perk up at the idea, if this so-called rain tunnel was in fact passable, then perhaps it is all possible. But I wonder, have our peacekeepers been slacking so far that a woman has been able to sneak in and out unnoticed? “Look. I don’t tell lies. I can show you the same tunnel where I came out of, and back into. I swear it.” he says, but that has still yet to be seen. Even with this new information, I'm still far from trusting this boy. We're still strangers, and this whole thing spells a whole lotta' trouble for the both of us. Though Sampson seemingly is one to shy away from trouble. Should I take a chance on him? Set aside what I've been taught and listen to him, to myself? The Capitols voice had been so loud, so drowning that I've not heard much else for a long time.
"Maybe.. just maybe you are tellin' truths," I say, hesitantly. "-and let's just say I believe you, when can you show me? We can't risk it at night fall and with the games coming to an end - the keeper's ought to be more alert." I question him as if he has all the answers. Like he was the only one here who had a clue. "Why you wanna show me anyway? Why you doin' this?" I pester him now with even more questions, it was the only defense I had against whatever I was gettin' myself into. Here Sampson is, battered and beaten but still pushing himself to believe in something that might not even exisit. Then here I was, a small girl from the fields who lost hope a long time ago. He's given out so much to me in just the short period we've known each other, and I've still not even granted him my name. I cross my arms over my chest, closing myself off to him and trying to retain my body heat.