one more day before the storm {tansy/rory}

Ever since his name was pulled from that glass ball, life has turned into ground zero, even though it was hitting rock bottom before then. My family has torn apart, never again can I look into my brother Rodney’s eyes again, it was his fault. He had manipulated Roderick’s mind so that he thought he was in a dream state. I tried to snap him back into reality in the Justice Building before he left, even a slap across his face didn’t help. I tried my best but I can’t blame myself for his death, Rodney did nothing to try and protect him. Rodney is the grim reaper, it’s only a matter of time he comes for my own life and I must retreat, I must get out soon.

As soon as that canon blasted on the television set, my mind went off the scales. I can’t exactly remember what I did that day but I know it resulted in a stamped of cattle in the residential area. I can remember the peacekeepers and civilians trying to round them up. I can member the gunshots as each rampaging bull was shot dead. Those cows’ deaths were on my hands and for what? The madness of the Capitol. I can blame Rodney but it is truly their fault for my brother’s death too. They created this madness. I don’t understand what they get out of it. What sick twisted minds enjoy watching children kill each other? How many more useless deaths do they need for entertainment? I am surprised none of the Districts have revolted and well, I think they should soon.

Either I rebel against the ridiculous tradition or get involved in it myself. I might as well give it a go, enter the games and go the same way as my brother. It will break my family even more but they deserve it. My mother was too blind to see how Rodney took advantage of Roderick and she would never listen to me. You’re too young Rory, you’re just a tattle-tail. Even better though, I hope Rodney is pulled from that glass bowl next, now that would be a death I’d pay to see.

The victory tour has been the talk of the District and I want nothing to do with it. I just want what’s left of my brother back, in his new home of a wooden box. I want him buried; I want the funeral to go fast as I can’t deal with this grieving anymore. We’ve all dealt with it differently. Rodney has been on the drink as usual and I seem to have lost my mind, as quoted by my father.

Watching the sky as it is painted in its ambers and reds, I’d watch the sun set for another day. Leaning against the fence, I’ve been doing this most nights, getting out of the house having my mind to myself. Being out in the fresh air helps me think, helps me clear all the demons that have called home in my head.

Glancing to my left, I’d spot a female figure in the distance, unable to tell exactly who they are. However I’d notice her raised middle finger, scrunching up my face at the rude gesture. ”What the actual fuck?”

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Turning around as she fixes my mistake, I’d see the justice building on the horizon, the ever so famous flag fluttering in the wind above it. I have only ever stepped inside that building once and that was when I was saying goodbye to my brother, it was the last time I spoke to him, touched him, and was in the same room with him. I regret the send-off that I gave him that day but I know he died knowing that I loved him. However the thought of him knowing that he died thinking he lived in a dream state still plagues my mind.

Although he could be in that dream world right now, for nobody knows what happens in death. Maybe this world is in fact a dream and Roderick is in reality now, an alternate life with better people, maybe even an alternate me. If he is happy with wherever he is right now then I want to be there too, hopefully if there is an alternate Rodney, he will be much pleasant than the one I have.

Having my back to Tansy, I’d observe the hustle and bustle in the District square ahead. I can’t see the people but the familiar white dots that are marching around indicate that the peacekeepers are preparing. Soon the victor of the Seventy First will sympathise with District 10 and how he knew both tributes. I don’t understand where District Eleven has gotten its sudden luck from, 3 consecutive winners, Ten is long overdue a new victor and I don’t care who it is, this District needs some hope brought back to it.

"It's long past time the bastards fucked off," Agreeing with her words, I’d not frantically, turning back towards her a smile wiped across my face. ”I want to see that building burn.” I’d confess, my words being on the point, the smile wiped from my face. Staring past Tansy, my face would be hidden of emotion, hiding away the demons that are trying to break out of me.

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