my soul is missing. Toya one shot
Jun 2, 2015 7:41:20 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jun 2, 2015 7:41:20 GMT -5
I feel my heart beating in my chest as if it will pop out and I will die. I might die today anyways. You never know with the hunger games. That stupid thing everyone calls a game which is just a death tournament wrapped up with a misleading name. If I had moved to Pan am from the outside if that was possible. Then I would be thinking, Oh, the hunger games? Is that a candy eating contest? Maybe apples I shake my head and slide out of the shower that has been coating my body for quite a few minutes. I hear Porsche outside the bathroom door telling me to hurry up already. I swiftly wrap the towel around me and sigh as I walk out and Porsche walks in. I walk slowly and quietly to my room and I sit on my comfy bed and how my head down. It is the second anniversary of Kia being taken away from me. The true day he died for me. Not the day he died in the arena. I knew he was gone for good the moment he said "I promise" to me when I told him to promise me that he will come back. My mind rings with the sound of me kicking and screaming to come back to him as the peacekeeper pulls me out potato sack style. I remember pounding on the peacekeeper's chest as I try to get back through the big oak doors that separated me from the older brother I loved so much, but never expressed that love for.
I snap back to the present and pull on my clothes. Mr. Soul, my adoptive father is calling up to me, "Toya! Come down! We don't want to be in trouble because we were late!" I pull on my socks then look at myself in the mirror Mr. Soul bought me. I had never been vain but he had insisted on getting it for me. I look at my dark skin color which is so different from my brothers and sisters and sigh again. I am wearing a beautiful black and white dress Mr. Soul had gotten for me. I don't understand why because air only wear it this day every year. This day when people are separated from their family's. This awful day that was created by the capitol in order to keep us all from destroying them. I open my door and rush out and jump down the stairs three at a time, leaving my room with my mirror behind, maybe for the last time. I never know. I just wish Kia was here with me. It was such a small chance he would leave me, but it happened, and I hate myself for letting him go without going with him. We start to walk towards the district square, Mr. Soul, Bughatti, Porsche, and me. I let one silvery tear fall down my cheek before we reach the square. If I, or Bughatti are reaped then there would be time for tears later. I let myself get pricked in the finger by a peacekeeper, and then watch sadly as Bughatti goes to the boys area, and Mr. Soul and Porsche go to the adult section.
I move slowly towards the mass that is the girl's section. I think I see the face of a friend I hadn't seen in a while since one of my awful orphanages, and then turn away. The other fifteen year old girls are a mass around me. It is unlikely enough to get picked from this mass, even less unlikely to get picked from all the girls in the whole of Panam, and yet it will happen to twelve people. Anger fills me up suddenly. How was it possible that Kia of all people was reaped. That one boy in the huge crowd. He was just one amazing snowflake in the whole blizzard of boys in District Three. I sigh inwardly as the escort gets up on stage and goes through all the regular boring business. How we were savages rebelling against the capitol. How this was our payment for acting like we were real people. Look who's talking. The one with the weird clothing and make up. The escort was barely human himself or herself. I can never tell if it is a boy or a girl. I don't think it's either. Or maybe both. I guess we will never know.
The escort calls out that unfortunately this district only had one tribute this year. My heart starts to race as the escort says it's a girl. I'm terrified it will be me. That they picked me like they must have picked out Kia. On purpose because there is no way Kia could have been reaped without intervention from somebody. Then my heart dies down as the escort calls out, "Kiena Ward." I realize it's not me. I am glad, then everyone starts to shuffle out of the district square. I bet now a family is in the justice building in tears with the girl who's name is Kiena. I didn't really get a good look at her. I spot Porsche in the crowd of adults moving out and run up to her and hug her. Her arms envelope me in a hug back. I sigh as she strokes my head and says "Its all right. Not this year Toya. Not this year." Toya is the nickname Kia had given me all those years ago. We walk back home, hand in hand and we find Bughatti and Mr. Soul waiting for us. Time to do what we do every year. Host a large party now that none of us were reaped. It was tradition for us by now. I walk upstairs and flop down onto my bed, tears streaming down my face in relief and sadness for the girl, Kienna. I hear a knock at the door and it is Porsche. She explains Mr. Soul wants me to wear make up tonight, and so I quiet down my sobs and wipe my tears away so Porsche can hide my true identity in mask of colors Mr. Soul had bought me.
Word count: 1034
I snap back to the present and pull on my clothes. Mr. Soul, my adoptive father is calling up to me, "Toya! Come down! We don't want to be in trouble because we were late!" I pull on my socks then look at myself in the mirror Mr. Soul bought me. I had never been vain but he had insisted on getting it for me. I look at my dark skin color which is so different from my brothers and sisters and sigh again. I am wearing a beautiful black and white dress Mr. Soul had gotten for me. I don't understand why because air only wear it this day every year. This day when people are separated from their family's. This awful day that was created by the capitol in order to keep us all from destroying them. I open my door and rush out and jump down the stairs three at a time, leaving my room with my mirror behind, maybe for the last time. I never know. I just wish Kia was here with me. It was such a small chance he would leave me, but it happened, and I hate myself for letting him go without going with him. We start to walk towards the district square, Mr. Soul, Bughatti, Porsche, and me. I let one silvery tear fall down my cheek before we reach the square. If I, or Bughatti are reaped then there would be time for tears later. I let myself get pricked in the finger by a peacekeeper, and then watch sadly as Bughatti goes to the boys area, and Mr. Soul and Porsche go to the adult section.
I move slowly towards the mass that is the girl's section. I think I see the face of a friend I hadn't seen in a while since one of my awful orphanages, and then turn away. The other fifteen year old girls are a mass around me. It is unlikely enough to get picked from this mass, even less unlikely to get picked from all the girls in the whole of Panam, and yet it will happen to twelve people. Anger fills me up suddenly. How was it possible that Kia of all people was reaped. That one boy in the huge crowd. He was just one amazing snowflake in the whole blizzard of boys in District Three. I sigh inwardly as the escort gets up on stage and goes through all the regular boring business. How we were savages rebelling against the capitol. How this was our payment for acting like we were real people. Look who's talking. The one with the weird clothing and make up. The escort was barely human himself or herself. I can never tell if it is a boy or a girl. I don't think it's either. Or maybe both. I guess we will never know.
The escort calls out that unfortunately this district only had one tribute this year. My heart starts to race as the escort says it's a girl. I'm terrified it will be me. That they picked me like they must have picked out Kia. On purpose because there is no way Kia could have been reaped without intervention from somebody. Then my heart dies down as the escort calls out, "Kiena Ward." I realize it's not me. I am glad, then everyone starts to shuffle out of the district square. I bet now a family is in the justice building in tears with the girl who's name is Kiena. I didn't really get a good look at her. I spot Porsche in the crowd of adults moving out and run up to her and hug her. Her arms envelope me in a hug back. I sigh as she strokes my head and says "Its all right. Not this year Toya. Not this year." Toya is the nickname Kia had given me all those years ago. We walk back home, hand in hand and we find Bughatti and Mr. Soul waiting for us. Time to do what we do every year. Host a large party now that none of us were reaped. It was tradition for us by now. I walk upstairs and flop down onto my bed, tears streaming down my face in relief and sadness for the girl, Kienna. I hear a knock at the door and it is Porsche. She explains Mr. Soul wants me to wear make up tonight, and so I quiet down my sobs and wipe my tears away so Porsche can hide my true identity in mask of colors Mr. Soul had bought me.
Word count: 1034
