Shattered Glass Hearts [Rade]
May 7, 2016 20:15:18 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on May 7, 2016 20:15:18 GMT -5
Harbinger Rhodes Nineteen | Male | District Eleven |
Returning to district four wasn't an easy decision for me. Daria and Someith both rest somewhere under the ground. I killed both of them in order to stand here today, and I can try to write it off like I didn't have a choice, but I did. I chose to live instead of die, but I didn't choose to fight in the hunger games. The Capitol chose me, but it won't make up for what I did. I always feel like I'll owe district four a debt I can never repay, and when I heard about the tsunami, and them needing volunteers to help out, I jumped at the chance; however, it won't change anything. I'll always owe them for the rest of my life.
But the moment I stepped foot into district four all the memories of the victory tour poured into my mind leaving me numb. How can I look into the eyes of the citizens and try to help them when I ruined their chances of bringing home another victor alive? The Staite family, and the Krearns family both hate me, and honestly I don't blame them because sometimes I hate me too, but I found the woman of my dreams, and I love her so much more than anything in the world. I would lay my life down to save her over and over, and it's my hope she feels the same. Navya is the reason I wake up everyday and face my inner demons for a chance to find a new meaning of life.
Yet here in district four, I feel so alone. Navya is here. Kate is here. Kirito is here. Ikaia is even here somewhere, but he's ran off on his own - I can't imagine the strain thrown on him right now, but it's none of my business either. I've tried keeping my distance from Kirito because I don't know what to say to him. It's my fault Carrita and Iain are dead. Here recently I've been wishing I would've just died in the stupid games. Maybe Iain and Carrita would be alive right now. Maybe Annora would be alive, but it's like Kate said before, I can't change the past. None of them deserved to die, but they did. All I can do is go on living for them. But it doesn't make this any easier.
My eyes dart around the district taking in the total destruction, and I feel my heart breaking over and over. This is much worse than anything I've ever imagined. Even when District Eleven went through the drought, I don't think this much destruction was caused. People died, but the buildings remained standing. And the numbers of those unaccounted for echo through my ears, and I know what I have to do. I take a deep breath before walking towards the last known location of Katelyn. Perhaps together we can search the district. Perhaps it'll be a time for us to talk because I don't know how she's feeling right now. And when I spot her, I run as fast as my fake leg allows me. "Hey, Kate, do you want to go through the district for some search and rescue? I'm heading out, and I could definitely use some company right now."
Victor of the 71st Hunger Games