phantoms to { r e s t } //cam+laide+teddy

Time is running out. I can feel it aching it my head and my bones and my heart as I am struck in the head one last time. One final time.

I knew it when I walked in here.

I don't know why it is such a shock to me to know that I will not be remembered. That I will not be missed. That I will just be another ghost slowly fading away into the faceless sea that which all of those cursed into here must join at some point.

A bloody tear drips down the side of my face as I crumple, the chicken from above finally clucking away to some unknown territory that Amethyst or Callienta or Charlie or all three of them made for us. Made for us. No, it wasn't made for us. It was made for people to watch us, to inspect us, to laugh at us.

This is how I die. A chicken clucking away above me, my murderers watching me, people watching me, my parents watching me. My life cut short by a weirdo in an insane outfit pulling my name out of a bowl. It's not like I had anything important to do back in district five. No one to love. Nothing to do. Nobody who will cry for my shattered mind back at home besides my family, and they'll get over it. I was just a pretty doll for them to dress up, but I guess I am no longer a pretty doll to dress up with the blood spilling over my crown of teeth and my fur cloak.

My body hits the floor and time slows down as people move around me, fleeing, leaving, letting me rot against the ground like I did with Gregor when I fled Adelaide's witchcraft, like I did with Rory as I struck him down, like when I watched Wendell die and I felt relief.

"I should have listened to you, Adelaide." I whisper up to the girl, my voice hoarse, "I was getting a bit excited there for a moment." I grinned, showing my bloody teeth to the world. My breath still stunk like the weird fruit. What a smell to die too, my bloody breath intermingling with the smell of an exotic fruit that smelled like trash left to rot, that smelled like a dead body, that smelled like what I would smell like soon.

Dead.

He said he wouldn't care when I died.

Why is he here.

"If you get out of here, don't go to District Five. You don't want to." I shiver lightly, I can feel my life being gripped by death, a chill overcoming me, the phantom powering my mind loosening it's hold because it knows that I have finally started to slip away permanently, "It's not nearly as beautiful as you described six."

I grin slightly, the memories of the smog and the pain from district five fleeting through me. I won't need to go back there. I guess that is just a plus that death brings. I won't need to go home.

"And maybe I'll finally be able to sleep without nightmares," I say to Teddy, our rooftop talk coming back to me along with my bloody grin.

That's another plus.

I can finally sleep.

I will finally sleep.