here we stand | { i & m } day 1
Feb 25, 2015 21:09:05 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Feb 25, 2015 21:09:05 GMT -5
{lex rondhal}To put it lightly, it had been a long day.
I wondered about the others that we had met up with, wondered where they'd all scampered off to. At least a few of them must have decided to stay somewhere close-by. If Hedvig were still here, I imagine she would have wanted to go and see, and for those unlucky enough to have done it, she would have wanted to attack them.
But she was gone.
Even as tired as I was, I dreaded stopping because at this point the adrenaline I had from running was the only thing that kept me from realizing how pathetically cold it was, but eventually I could hear Margaret's breathing morph into pleads for even a bit of oxygen that wasn't immediately thrown out into the frigid air in a quick huff, her chest rising and falling so quickly I feared her heart would explode if we continued. (And hell, I wouldn't have been too far behind her.)
Once we had stopped and I had managed to catch my breath, the events of the day began chasing me through my own mind to the point that they clawed at the inside of my skull trying to gain my attention, but I couldn't think about them. I couldn't think about how I had not reached Hedvig in time. I could not think about seeing Riot's, of all people, blade driving itself all the way through the district two girl. I could not think about how I had reached the blond-haired boy just in time, and how pretty soon his face would light up the sky because of me. I could not think about what my little sister was probably doing right now, if she was even alive. Was she as cold as I was? Was she in worse condition? Was she somehow perfectly fine?
Because of this place, District Four seemed to be some kind of perfect dream I had once in my deepest slumber. Here, sand was replaced by snow, the sun with painfully dry wind, gentle waves of water with jagged icicles hanging from every dead tree within sight and I couldn't let myself think about any of it. And sicne running wasn't in the equation for the time being, and I was sure she was just as desperate to escape her own mind as I was, I turned to face her fully.
"We've run a pretty fair distance since the meet-up. I doubt we'll have to worry about them finding us in our sleep." No -- not good enough. I needed an escape from this place, and talking about it wasn't exactly a good way to do it. "So, why do you only go by Magaret?" I asked. Yes, much, much better.