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Sleepy Fluttershy
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«Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm». (Winston Churchill)

Bruised souls {Lyndis} Jun 27, 2017 9:18:45 GMT -5

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jun 27, 2017 9:18:45 GMT -5

Lilac Crayon

Why, just why?

I am sitting on the doorstep of my house, still holding on to my cheek. It is burning like someone set it on fire. And all my bones feel like they are broken. I am used to it, because I never used to be the strongest one when it came to sparring. But I am still not okay with the fact that all those bruises come from my best friend.

We are careers and I get it. We have to train and I get it too. We have to fight and that's all right. But why do we have to fight each other? It's not like we are going to be in the games together. We won't need to do that anytime in our lives. And she still has to kick me again and again during the training. What for?

She can't even go easy on me. Never. I know I could beat her. I may not be strong, but I am faster and even a little taller than her. I never try to hurt her on purpose, though. I would never do that. And she doesn't care who is in front of her in a fight. She can go on kicking me until she wins and my bruises don't ever bother her, no matter what she usually says.

My cheek really hurts. It has probably turned purple already and I know there is blood on it. I walked out of the Training Center today when Eren kicked my face with her leg today just to win one more fight. I walked out of the door and didn't turn around. I came home early. Now my brother will find out and will probably laugh at me again. I don't care. I can't do this anymore. And a small tear is slowly forming in the corner of my eye. Maybe I can lie and say that I felt sick and left. Hopefully, it will work.

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Bruised souls {Lyndis} Jun 29, 2017 4:55:55 GMT -5

Post by Lyn𝛿is on Jun 29, 2017 4:55:55 GMT -5

Petra Sinelle

I tell myself that I will never be weak again.

No matter what Flynn says or does, I refuse to go crawling back to Mother begging for forgiveness. It was a gilded cage I have lived in for seventeen years, and she would happily lock me back in, never to let me escape again as punishment for my disobedience. Is that strength, to remember the comfortable bed she accused me of lazing in and the food plentiful enough for her to criticize my chubbiness, and yet resist the temptation of a worse fate?

My position now is far more precarious. Unlike Mother, Flynn would be perfectly happy to kick me out if I no longer were of use to him. There's a grudging respect I've earned here, at least, ever since that fight with Rose where I managed to break her arm with a chair. Is that strength - overpowering someone else and being able to defend oneself?

At the very least, I should count myself lucky not to be one of the prize fighters that Flynn takes out tesserae for and hopes to get reaped for the Games. I am far more useful wandering the district, collecting information, collecting... other things. He teaches me that emotional people are the most vulnerable, but I don't feel right stealing from a beaten and crying girl, not when all I can imagine is her parents beating her and throwing her into time-out outside. Is that strength - to hold back and listen to one's conscience?

"Are you all right?" I ask instead, as she notices me, and I am caught by her gaze.

Can this be strength, if I feel so vulnerable reaching out?

"Yeah… You have to be careful when placing labels on good and evil, Celice. Never waste your anger on individuals. Always focus it on the evil within all of us."
- Lewyn, Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

Sleepy Fluttershy
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Bruised souls {Lyndis} Jun 29, 2017 11:46:40 GMT -5

Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jun 29, 2017 11:46:40 GMT -5

Somebody is walking by. A girl. I can’t really tell how old she is, but I hope she is not a career. I don’t need more gossip about me crying on the doorstep. My brother will do a good job spreading it without anyone’s help.

She stops and looks at me. I stare at her too, wondering what she will do next. If she laughs, I will snap at her. But I am not sure if I am in the right condition to snap at anyone.

"Are you all right?"

That is not what I was expecting to hear from a total stranger. That is actually something I haven’t heard in a very long time. However, it did not make me feel any better. Maybe a little better. I still feel like crying, though. I need to stop that, because my brother will be home soon. But I have gone too far to stop.

“No, I am not all right.”

With a sob I take my hand of my cheek and look at it. It is like I thought. There is blood on it. A lot of it.

“She calls herself my best friend after THIS. I will smash her face and tear her apart tomorrow. And if my brother tries to make fun of me AGAIN, I will do the same to him. But even then I will not be all right. Because I am SICK of this freaking training and everything that goes with it.”

I wipe a tear of my face, but forget about the blood on my hand and now my left cheek is all covered in blood too. I can’t even imagine how pathetic I must look. My right cheek is probably not only bloody, but also purple, my eyes must be red because of crying…

I can hear Eren joking around already. Messing with me. Making fun of me.

“Everybody, look! Lilac’s cheek is lilac. Ha-ha-ha!”

Like it is so funny that she kicked me in the face and made me look like an idiot.

I sigh and wipe another tear from my blood stained face. And sigh again. The sigh comes out as a sob again and I burst into tears like a three year old baby. The only difference is that I am doing it quietly, because I don’t want anyone to hear it and see what a mess I am at the moment.

Last Edit: Jun 29, 2017 11:52:37 GMT -5 by Sleepy Fluttershy

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