A {fictional} Story {Cato}
Jul 7, 2015 20:55:46 GMT -5
Post by d4a tide evros {ems} on Jul 7, 2015 20:55:46 GMT -5
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made by anzie
the highest mountains
and the deepest rivers
evelyn
truus
A name etched into existance stared back at her.
Along with all of the memories trapped inside of it. Esme being reaped for the games, her journey through the underground labyrinth, her first kill, the career severing her leg, her second kill, and finally the spear piercing straight through her eye into her brain. Evelyn never understood what had happend, and to this day she doesn't know. Nobody explained death to her because they wanted to protect her.
Protect her from what?
The truth?
A gentle breeze flew through the air flipping the long locks of blonde in every direction possible. Dark, evil clouds covered the sky threatening to break free at any moment. Birds hid in the branches of the trees all except for one. Her tiny fingers ran through the dirt on the ground before tracing through the four letters pinned for everyone to see. Esme. Evelyn lost track of the time spent searching for her, yet all this time the tiny girl was beneath her. The resting place of her cousin. A person she cared about. A person who was the voice for a person who couldn't speak, the eyes when she couldn't read, and the ears when she couldn't hear.
It was all gone now. Nothing remained except the pain of an imagination left to rot. Her face twisted into many different directions trying to force a stream of tears, yet all the emotions failed leaving the fourteen year old an empty shell with nothing left inside. A heart beat behind her chest, and lungs expanded as the brain carried on every day functions. Mother and father left the girl alone because of the many tantrums she threw over and over. Their voices pleaded with her to return home away from the reality resting before her, but she couldn't.
All the time parents ordered her around trying to take care of her shielding her from the cruel, inhumane, world, but it never changed what had happened. She was thirsting for knowledge when she accidentally stumbled upon the cemetery she walked in a bit over two years ago when the Capitol returned the bodies of the fallen as families mourned the loss of another person. Every member of her family swore the tiny girl was dead, and gone forever, and they wanted her to believe it -
But she refused.
Evelyn sat in front of the stone every single day waiting for the return of Esme only leaving when a storm forced her away, or someone from home forced her away, but right now it was just her. Evelyn and Esme playing together. Flapping their wings like birds like they had done many times before.
Yet the name never moved. A face never formed, it was just the meaningless words scraped into a stone to serve as a reminder of a life taken too soon. All of those resting beneath the ground left far before their time.
Silence rang through the air, and for the first time, the tiny girl climbed to her feet. Blue eyes bounced around from place to place before the hallucination of a girl who left too soon stood in front of her. "Sorry I kept you waiting. Are you ready to play like always?"
Clapping her hands together, Evelyn spread her wings and flew around the abandon cemetery with Esme flying beside her.
Just like old times, Evelyn found her happy place.
The fictional story where life and death met.
Along with all of the memories trapped inside of it. Esme being reaped for the games, her journey through the underground labyrinth, her first kill, the career severing her leg, her second kill, and finally the spear piercing straight through her eye into her brain. Evelyn never understood what had happend, and to this day she doesn't know. Nobody explained death to her because they wanted to protect her.
Protect her from what?
The truth?
A gentle breeze flew through the air flipping the long locks of blonde in every direction possible. Dark, evil clouds covered the sky threatening to break free at any moment. Birds hid in the branches of the trees all except for one. Her tiny fingers ran through the dirt on the ground before tracing through the four letters pinned for everyone to see. Esme. Evelyn lost track of the time spent searching for her, yet all this time the tiny girl was beneath her. The resting place of her cousin. A person she cared about. A person who was the voice for a person who couldn't speak, the eyes when she couldn't read, and the ears when she couldn't hear.
It was all gone now. Nothing remained except the pain of an imagination left to rot. Her face twisted into many different directions trying to force a stream of tears, yet all the emotions failed leaving the fourteen year old an empty shell with nothing left inside. A heart beat behind her chest, and lungs expanded as the brain carried on every day functions. Mother and father left the girl alone because of the many tantrums she threw over and over. Their voices pleaded with her to return home away from the reality resting before her, but she couldn't.
All the time parents ordered her around trying to take care of her shielding her from the cruel, inhumane, world, but it never changed what had happened. She was thirsting for knowledge when she accidentally stumbled upon the cemetery she walked in a bit over two years ago when the Capitol returned the bodies of the fallen as families mourned the loss of another person. Every member of her family swore the tiny girl was dead, and gone forever, and they wanted her to believe it -
But she refused.
Evelyn sat in front of the stone every single day waiting for the return of Esme only leaving when a storm forced her away, or someone from home forced her away, but right now it was just her. Evelyn and Esme playing together. Flapping their wings like birds like they had done many times before.
Yet the name never moved. A face never formed, it was just the meaningless words scraped into a stone to serve as a reminder of a life taken too soon. All of those resting beneath the ground left far before their time.
Silence rang through the air, and for the first time, the tiny girl climbed to her feet. Blue eyes bounced around from place to place before the hallucination of a girl who left too soon stood in front of her. "Sorry I kept you waiting. Are you ready to play like always?"
Clapping her hands together, Evelyn spread her wings and flew around the abandon cemetery with Esme flying beside her.
Just like old times, Evelyn found her happy place.
The fictional story where life and death met.
get up, get up now
