Fading away {Thunder-oneshot}
Oct 14, 2015 19:10:04 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Oct 14, 2015 19:10:04 GMT -5
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Jabber and Storm.
Storm and Jabber.
That’s all it was at first. Cousins were taken away to the games. And many years have passed since then. Jabber Jay. Storm Jay. Each time I close my eyes, I can still see them. It’s like they haven’t died, yet their tombs tell me differently. It’s hard to imagine what’s underneath them today. Probably just some bones because the flesh has probably rotted away. Storm and Jabber. It seems like only yesterday Storm was taken away, yet many have died since. I’ve witnessed them. I’ve watched them, yet it never turns away. It’s always the same nightmares lingering in the back of my mind. They’re tearing my world apart. Crashing down against the beads of sweat rolling from my face.
Jabber and Storm.
Jabber never stopped talking. It was hard listening to him because of how much he talked and normally it never made any sense, but he was there. He was part of the family, and now he’s gone, but his soul still lingers near. Storm read to me. He was like my brother, but he wasn’t my brother. Taurus and Jett are my brothers.
Taurus.
It’s no longer Jabber and Storm. No. He was added to them. Taurus. He’s away. Gone, and I want him by my side. He understands me. He takes care of me. He makes sure that reality never falls from my mind. When I was broken, he stood next to me. He tried. He tried to help me, but he’s gone. He’s gone with Storm and Jabber. He’s taking my soul. I can’t watch him. No, I don’t want to watch him fall like Jabber and Storm, yet the bloodbath is over, and he’s gone. He’s alive. He lived longer than Jabber.
Watching the mess. My hands ball into fists, and they pound against the ground, and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs rocking myself back and forth in the middle of the district square. Colgate wouldn’t help him. No, his own family is in the games, and he’s going to want her to win. Isn’t that what families want? Taurus is my family. I want him to live. I don’t know if he can do it. I don’t know.
Shaggy hair falls into my face as the rope tethering me to the earth slowly unwinds. I have to remain strong for him. Until he gets back. He didn’t want me watching the games. He wanted me to stay away from the screen, but I can’t. I watched him fight. I watched him as he stumbled around the war in front of him. He was brave. Like Storm. Like Jabber. Only they weren’t brave enough. They couldn’t have done it. Nobody can.
My mind races as questions zip through my tiny head over and over. Please Taurus. You can’t leave me. Not like Storm did. But Storm didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t a fighter. He wasn’t worth it. He couldn’t win. Nobody can win not when everyone wants them dead. Yet somehow someone survives. They win. But Storm and Jabber weren’t the chosen ones. No.
But Taurus. He fought. He saved me from the nasty place. He kept me alive. And then he vanished, and I thought he was dead too. I don’t even know where he went or what had happened to him. No. He was taken away. But without him, I wouldn’t be here. And I have to be here for him despite the wounds aching inside me. I can’t let go.
Oh Jabber. Oh Storm. Save him. Watch him. Keep him alive because I can’t live without him. He’s my right arm. He holds me up, and I know that the two of you can save him. Please save him. Yet I don’t know if it’s possible. He’s not the strongest. Monsters are in the arena. Huge people. Big brutes dancing through the war steps.
My hands slide over my eyes. I can’t watch anymore. No. Please don’t make me watch. Take me away. Taurus, I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough. I’m falling away. My hand reaches into my pocket looking for the bell, but it’s not there. No. I saw him kissing it.
Numbers. One by one. They’re chasing people. He has to move. But he’s alive. He’s hurt. Oh he’s hurt, and they want him to die, but he’s alive. Storm read me a story. I beg for him to come rescue me. Taurus promised he would always come if I rang the bell, but I lost it. I don’t have it. No. Taurus has it. To remember me. It’ll keep him safe from the nightmares like it has done for me. But I need it. I can’t do it anymore. I’m afraid.
My lungs are closing in. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus. I can’t move around. My heart pounds inside my chest. Sweat rolls down my body as I curl into a fetal position. Nobody even cares. I’m just another person they can trample over. Another worthless human in the eyes of Panem. Nobody would miss me. They want me to forget about them. About Storm and Jabber. I can’t. No. I won’t forget my family.
But I’m going to die with them.
Taurus, I’ll be with you. Always. Even in death.
Tears swim down my face. Nails dig into the solid ground as I drag myself away from the crowds over to the walls. Yet they’re growing smaller and smaller. They’re closing in on me. They’re moving faster and faster. I’m lost. I don’t know where I’m going or what to do. I can’t be here. I got to get home. I got to find them.
Taurus, save me. Please.
I beg with all that I have as I imagine myself ringing the bell. Please. You promised. But he’s not here. He can’t hear me because he’s so far away.
Please. I don’t want to die.
Taurus.
Save me.
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'cause now again I've found myself so far down away from the sun;Jabber and Storm.
Storm and Jabber.
That’s all it was at first. Cousins were taken away to the games. And many years have passed since then. Jabber Jay. Storm Jay. Each time I close my eyes, I can still see them. It’s like they haven’t died, yet their tombs tell me differently. It’s hard to imagine what’s underneath them today. Probably just some bones because the flesh has probably rotted away. Storm and Jabber. It seems like only yesterday Storm was taken away, yet many have died since. I’ve witnessed them. I’ve watched them, yet it never turns away. It’s always the same nightmares lingering in the back of my mind. They’re tearing my world apart. Crashing down against the beads of sweat rolling from my face.
Jabber and Storm.
Jabber never stopped talking. It was hard listening to him because of how much he talked and normally it never made any sense, but he was there. He was part of the family, and now he’s gone, but his soul still lingers near. Storm read to me. He was like my brother, but he wasn’t my brother. Taurus and Jett are my brothers.
Taurus.
It’s no longer Jabber and Storm. No. He was added to them. Taurus. He’s away. Gone, and I want him by my side. He understands me. He takes care of me. He makes sure that reality never falls from my mind. When I was broken, he stood next to me. He tried. He tried to help me, but he’s gone. He’s gone with Storm and Jabber. He’s taking my soul. I can’t watch him. No, I don’t want to watch him fall like Jabber and Storm, yet the bloodbath is over, and he’s gone. He’s alive. He lived longer than Jabber.
Watching the mess. My hands ball into fists, and they pound against the ground, and I’m screaming at the top of my lungs rocking myself back and forth in the middle of the district square. Colgate wouldn’t help him. No, his own family is in the games, and he’s going to want her to win. Isn’t that what families want? Taurus is my family. I want him to live. I don’t know if he can do it. I don’t know.
Shaggy hair falls into my face as the rope tethering me to the earth slowly unwinds. I have to remain strong for him. Until he gets back. He didn’t want me watching the games. He wanted me to stay away from the screen, but I can’t. I watched him fight. I watched him as he stumbled around the war in front of him. He was brave. Like Storm. Like Jabber. Only they weren’t brave enough. They couldn’t have done it. Nobody can.
My mind races as questions zip through my tiny head over and over. Please Taurus. You can’t leave me. Not like Storm did. But Storm didn’t have a choice. He wasn’t a fighter. He wasn’t worth it. He couldn’t win. Nobody can win not when everyone wants them dead. Yet somehow someone survives. They win. But Storm and Jabber weren’t the chosen ones. No.
But Taurus. He fought. He saved me from the nasty place. He kept me alive. And then he vanished, and I thought he was dead too. I don’t even know where he went or what had happened to him. No. He was taken away. But without him, I wouldn’t be here. And I have to be here for him despite the wounds aching inside me. I can’t let go.
Oh Jabber. Oh Storm. Save him. Watch him. Keep him alive because I can’t live without him. He’s my right arm. He holds me up, and I know that the two of you can save him. Please save him. Yet I don’t know if it’s possible. He’s not the strongest. Monsters are in the arena. Huge people. Big brutes dancing through the war steps.
My hands slide over my eyes. I can’t watch anymore. No. Please don’t make me watch. Take me away. Taurus, I can’t do it. I’m not strong enough. I’m falling away. My hand reaches into my pocket looking for the bell, but it’s not there. No. I saw him kissing it.
Numbers. One by one. They’re chasing people. He has to move. But he’s alive. He’s hurt. Oh he’s hurt, and they want him to die, but he’s alive. Storm read me a story. I beg for him to come rescue me. Taurus promised he would always come if I rang the bell, but I lost it. I don’t have it. No. Taurus has it. To remember me. It’ll keep him safe from the nightmares like it has done for me. But I need it. I can’t do it anymore. I’m afraid.
My lungs are closing in. I can’t breathe. I can’t focus. I can’t move around. My heart pounds inside my chest. Sweat rolls down my body as I curl into a fetal position. Nobody even cares. I’m just another person they can trample over. Another worthless human in the eyes of Panem. Nobody would miss me. They want me to forget about them. About Storm and Jabber. I can’t. No. I won’t forget my family.
But I’m going to die with them.
Taurus, I’ll be with you. Always. Even in death.
Tears swim down my face. Nails dig into the solid ground as I drag myself away from the crowds over to the walls. Yet they’re growing smaller and smaller. They’re closing in on me. They’re moving faster and faster. I’m lost. I don’t know where I’m going or what to do. I can’t be here. I got to get home. I got to find them.
Taurus, save me. Please.
I beg with all that I have as I imagine myself ringing the bell. Please. You promised. But he’s not here. He can’t hear me because he’s so far away.
Please. I don’t want to die.
Taurus.
Save me.
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