Post by grim. on Feb 13, 2015 22:34:15 GMT -5
It was my final night, my final night to say that I was safe. Say that I didn't have to worry about my coming death. Tomorrow I would be thrown in an arena, an arena were bloodshed is unavoidable, and oblivion was going to take over my being. I had no chance, not even to the slightest. There wasn't a person out there that had hope for me, and honestly I didn't have hope for myself. The games were made to scare us, heard us away from rebellion, and it had worked. I was terrified, who would of thought death triggered such a deep part of the human brain. Causing them to think irrationally, or in my case very rationally. I was aware that my death was near, and I was aware that there was nothing after death. I didn't believe in this almighty after life, and I wasn't going to start pretending like I did just because it was around the corner. |
{CREDIT TO ANZIE} |