aphelia .| summits

I'd taught myself to walk on two broken feet, the loss of a girl who was no longer is drawn by the passing days. The room she resided was her own personal gravestone- tomb in which she drifted off into senseless bliss. A hardship fought in the likes of no one, and though Stella had thought it was best to be alone, trapped in a paradise- where one could just as easily crash and burn- she tripped and found her feet grounded amongst the underside of her floral canopy. It was the vines that wrapped around her ankles, suffocating her in their toxic embrace, in which her demise was lead by, truly.


Flowers burning in the palms of my hands, each one collected for the days Stella'd been gone from us and sent to the Capitol. Reminiscent of the funeral, family member gathered around one another for the mourning of a ghost who was never truly fit for a life among the living. Dropping rise upon rose down a chamber where the body of a girl, who was already long gone, was making her final resting place. The feeling of thorns as they pricked my fingers, and the blood drew in three- two- one streams to each crack and crevice, made me the prey of nostalgia.

("No one will ever be a crutch to you, Blanche. Learn to walk on your own.")

I'd taught myself to stagger on two broken feet. The loss of a girl who is no longer is marked by the silent running in a room that was made bordered to keep the memories contained. There were very few, though, and anything worth acknowledging was the slammed face in between the cracks of a wooden door. The creaking hinges left a painstaking sound that scratched against my ear drum, even more so than the floor board that was never nailed shut. It all remains, in this one room, where four walls sit perfectly like a square, and the only thing that led her to the world of truth was a grime dusted window, and a door that remained locked.

("You'll meet her one day, and she's very very pretty. She may be lost, but she'll find a way. And when she smiles, you'll love her.")

Stella was a bouquet of flowers, but she carried the scent of grief and despair. A confusing girl she was made out to be, but she was a sister to me none the less. It wasn't until the time of her death- watching her step foot on the stage which led into the Justice Building that I couldn't come to realize how much lack of appreciation I'd had for a girl who was guided in the wrong direction.  Made death bent ever since the day she was born into a world where a shell would remain, she found a life in the paradise of her mind. I couldn't refrain from thinking how lost she must've been, but never came to see that a whole universe flourished in her mind, and you could see it in her eyes.

("Stella was never lonely, she had a whole world of her own in her mind.")

I'd taught myself to stumble- trip- fall on two broken feet. Wrapping around my ankles I felt grounded by the life I lived, where my tongue was cut from my mouth in regards to Stella. Words only spoken when we were younger I'd given up on attempts to help fix a girl who only acknowledged me with doors shut in my face and a silence that spoke louder than words. The only words ever spoken were from the nonsense spoken from siblings who'd gone even more crazy than Tarian himself-

"Tonight, we're going to bring Stella Summit home -- who's with me?"

A tongue that was cut from my mouth once, figuratively, was capable of keeping the words held only at its tip. Instead, I grab a shovel before wrapping my arm around Eunice, then jumping on her back.

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I'd give anything to leave the confinement of these four walls. I had felt like a wounded dear now surrounded my those who thirst for my inside. Is this how "family" was supposed to feel? I am unsure of the reasoning for being called here, it all seemed so unreal. Our family wasn't known for communication, especially not my sister and I. I found peace in being alone, interaction just made for complication.

This mansion id Eunice's had felt suffocating. Despite the large space, I felt short of air. There were a few uncomfortable looks shared between us all. I didn't speak, my words were not welcome in a place of insanity like this. With the scuff of a stair, I watch as Eunice descends from above. Her face flickering between the group of us.

 "I called you all here for a reason," she says

I watch as her palm stretches around a near by shovel. My chest rising and falling in agony, I missed the fresh oxygen that radiated form the trees, I missed my freedom. 

"The Games stole something from me -- from us. And I need her back." her tone begins to make me shutter.

I glance to the eyes around me, feeling the urge to run. What could she mean by that? The games were something that tore families apart, but we had already been torn apart. The games had no affect on the relationships we hadn't tried hard enough to maintain. I feel sorrow in knowing that the faces with which bring me the most fear, are those I recognize best. 

"I hear what people say about Stella -- that she's dead, and that I need to let her go, but I can't. I can't do what is asked of me, as you all know, and there is something that I need to do, but I need each of you for it to work."  My feet shuffle beneath me, what could possibly be bumbling through her thick skull?

Stella is dead, there is no other explanation. I watch the girl fall with my own two eyes, but the worst of it was that I felt much less pain then I had thought I would. I hated myself for a long time, because I should have loved harder, but love wasn't the issue, it was my knack for understanding death. It scared me that the blood of family wasn't the least unnerving. Eunice pulls a cloth from the dining room table, it reveals many of tools. Most of which pointed out her goal to dig. My hand rushed over my mouth, Eunice wanted to harass the dead, bring them unease. This was all too predictable, mother nature must never be taunted. Death would find Eunice if she sees this through. Death would not take lightly what was going to take place on this very night.

I look over to Valor his face so young, his mind is being distorted by the fucked up imagination of Eunice. I'm sure he feels confusion, he doesn't know what to believe. He was so impressionable, and I would not let him become like them, they were insane. But I was too weak to run, I was too weak to defy the authority of Eunice. 

"I don't care if they say she's dead, or if she no longer breathes, or if I'm actually fucking mad. All I know is that Stella was is our family, and she belongs in this house -- not under a fucking pile of dirt."  she snaps.

We would be releasing a curse over this wretched family, but we were already so broken, that it made no difference.

 "Tonight, we're going to bring Stella Summit home -- who's with me?" I watch as her eyes look to those that give in. Blanche, Helen, Cynthia, and Belle. The only soul strong enough to lash out is Tarian. I wanted to follow him, to walk in his bravery, but I could do no such thing. I look to my right, reaching to Valor's hand. I feel his small fingers intertwine with mine, if we were going to do this I would be his guard. I would do everything in my power to shield him from those who aim to disrupt his youth. I could not let him age in the pain that is us Summits. I look down to Valor, and then to Eunice, nodding my head, and reaching to the table for a crowbar. I hand it to Valor, and then grab a shovel of my own.

We will wonder down paths of which mortals have no right, if blade finds depth to any of our hearts, Eunice will have blood stained hands, I hope she can cope with the death of family. If family is what you call us. 

{ credit to: zoë }