safe haven {speakers} day six
Apr 17, 2017 12:25:22 GMT -5
Post by solo on Apr 17, 2017 12:25:22 GMT -5
Talking about home almost makes me forget that I'm here.
Almost.
Everything here seems to be made up of almost-this and almost-that. The sky is almost the sea. I almost died at the hands of someone I'd considered a friend. I almost went insane when my hands were used for destruction.
And when I did lose it, I almost came back to sanity.
But I don't think I really did. Not that it matters.
I lie awake that night, curled up next to Wylla's side because I no longer care what she thinks of how childish I am. Sleeping next to her makes me feel safe. I think I forget sometimes that she's only twelve. She just seems so much older than that. And now, she's seen so much, she might as well be older. Part of me hopes she makes it out of this arena. And another, very small part of me, hopes that for her sake, she won't.
Creatures start to hum and I turn my head ever so slightly, peering up at the night sky. Or sea, depending on how you look at things. The hum twists and turns together until our country's anthem begins to play, and the animals in the sky flock together and form the faces of those who have fallen. It's a whisper, some last echo of their souls, begging to be allowed back to reality. But of course, they can't come back. The door between this reality and the next only opens one way.
Gabrielle Bellamonte.
When I saw Atlas's face in the sky the night before, I felt sick. But this time I don't. I close my eyes, I take a deep breath, in through my nose and slowly out through my mouth, allowing my chest to rise and fall and my heart rate to slow down. This thing, this ability my hands have to kill, has almost normalized itself. I never wanted it to. But really, I don't think I have much of a choice, especially if I want to see my brothers again.
My eyes flicker open.
Fallon Payne.
I recognize her face. I frown, searching my memory, and then realize she was one of the ones with Atlas and Salome. Young, frizzy dark hair. Yes, I remember her. She's gone now. Torn away before she had a chance to live.
I sigh and turn away. There must not have been many deaths today, because the faint glow from the sky eventually flickers out, and the anthem fades into the familiar sound of humming crickets and whistling birds. In a sense, it's a good thing. And yet, in another, it's not good at all. Nothing really seems to be certain anymore. But I don't mind. I've gotten used to it.
In the morning, I can see it on their faces. It's a distant look, some sort of thought forming in their heads, something I can see but not touch. A shiver runs down my spine.
When Eva left, she was angry. I suppose she had a right to be. I had killed someone she obviously cared about very much, and then I'd done it again in front of her very eyes. I think I'd be mad too. But when she left, there was no sadness in her, no hollow spaces because they were all filled with ice and fire.
Now, I feel the emptiness. It hangs in the air, heavy and thick, until I feel like I'm swimming through a bowl of molasses.
They're leaving.
I suppose, logically, it makes sense. Of course they'll have to leave at some point. Only one of us can make it out alive, right? And I do hope, with all my heart, that it's one ofusthem. They deserve to make it out alive more than I do. They haven't caused any destruction. The blood and the murder and the savagery is on my hands, and only my hands.(Nobody likes a killer.)
Except for these two. They like me, I think.
And I don't want to be alone.
"You're leaving." the words come out quieter than expected, strangled, choked, like someone's trying to shove them back in to me where they belong.
Because if I say it, that makes it true.
I pull my lips in between my teeth and bite, glancing back and forth between my twoalliesfriends. Something weighs down inside of me and I know it's not the souls I've torn out of reality.
I reach for Wylla first, because she's closest. I struggle to my feet, one fake and one real, putting both my arms around her and squeezing until I remember she has to breath.(I want to be a butterfly.)
"Remember you can cause a storm." I whisper into her ear.(You're still my Riv.)
"And..." I pause, pulling back to look at her with pleading eyes. "Don't forget me. Please." I never wanted to be forgotten. Because when you're forgotten, your soul ceases to exist.
I turn to Lucas next, smiling faintly, but it's empty. Not empty in the fake way. Empty like when you're trying to fill something up but you have nothing to fill it with. I'm trying to be happy, I think more for them than for myself, but it's not working.
My head only comes up to chest-level on him, but I don't mind, wrapping my arms around him anyway. I feel small and insignificant, but safe at the same time. Both of them have been my safe haven the past few days, and the last thing I want is for my safe haven to leave.(It isn't as bad as one makes it out to believe.)
"Stay safe, okay?" I have to turn my head to the side so my voice isn't muffled.(Well, that was eventful.)
Once again I pull back, forcing a smile and a faint laugh. "Promise you won't die or anything?"[wip for reactions to puppy/lance/aza]
RIVEN FOWLEY