Gronking it [Harbinger vs Daria day 8]
Nov 28, 2015 12:09:53 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Nov 28, 2015 12:09:53 GMT -5
My heart shattered into millions of pieces as I removed items from her corpse. I never wanted to kill her. I didn't want to kill her, but it was for the best. Yet the betrayal weighs heavily on my shoulders. I've stood by her side for so many days and nights even in the training center. I learned about her. I talked to her, and we became more then just allies; we became friends. Each night I made sure she was safe. I made sure that she was alright because it was obvious that Kitty and Beretta cared more for each other. Even with us four, all I could think about was making sure Chloë remained alive, but now she's gone. I killed her. My best friend in this hellhole is dead because of me.
Wrapping my hands around the turnip, tears begin to roll down the side of my face. I'll never forget the night we sat beside one another carving the turnips. This is what I have left of her. A stupid turnip given to us by the Capitol, yet what rests inside of it is more important than anything in the world. Memories linger inside of it. Her smile and laughter. Her friendliness. Everything about her. I hold it close to me as I collapse towards the ground into a sobbing mess. I'm sorry Chloë. I'm so sorry. I never imagined I would miss her this much. It wasn't until her cannon sound that I realized how much I cared for her. What have I done? Losing Annora hurt, and I thought it was the worse pain I would experience in this place, but knowing that I killed Chloë for no reason is eating away at me. I vowed to protect her. To keep her safe. To make sure she made it to the end, but it all changed in the blink of an eye.
I don't even watch for the dead faces tonight. I don't even know how many cannons had sound. I just know that my world has turned upside down. I'm alone. I have nobody. Kitty and Beretta ran away, and Chloë is dead. I miss home. I want to see my family again. I want to hold Navya in my arms. I want to see Crusader again, but I'm trapped in a place where nobody cares about me. I grip the turnip tighter holding onto it like a lifeline. It's tethering me to the earth when nothing else seems to work. Through it I can feel her presence. I feel like she's standing next to me, yet when I look she's not there and the warmth fades away. I just want to lay here and die because I have no reason left to live. My life is broken. All I am is a skeleton covered in skin. Hollow bones. Hollow veins. Hollow emotions. I curl into a ball and rock myself to sleep as tears continue pouring down my face. And somehow I sleep entirely through the night.
When I wake up, I throw my backpack over my shoulder, and I place the turnip inside of it. I won't lose it. I can't let it go because it's all I have left. It's all that's keeping me going. I have to fight for her. For Chloë and Annora. I have to make sure they didn't die in vane. But I can't do it. I can't kill anyone else. Yet I have no option. I have to keep going. I have to fight for them. For my family and friends. For Annora. But most importantly for her. I lift my poled weapon from the ground before wiping my tears away, and I'm on the move. If the Capitol wants a game worth watching, I'll give them one because for me this is only the beginning.
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13181 -- Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damageglaive