It's All Gone Cold {Eagle Elsu Oneshots}
Aug 24, 2018 3:27:35 GMT -5
Post by kap on Aug 24, 2018 3:27:35 GMT -5
but somehow, someday
♛
i'll have to face the pain
The day that Dove was reaped for the Seventy-Ninth Annual Hunger Games, fear was struck into me for the rest of eternity. The endless worry that she may not make it home to us alive was never going to fade until she was either back in District Five, living and breathing, or she died on that television screen, fighting to her last breath. The problem was, as time went on, it seemed as if Dove was fighting less and less as her last breath was starting to approach her. Ever since the day that he leg was severed in that fight against other tributes, she'd seemed to have started to give up hope, from what I could see, and I couldn't bear to see my dear sister give up hope.
If she gave up hope, so would I.
She'd always been so strong, and it was beyond insanely difficult to see her this way.
As the next day of the Hunger Games commenced, Dove had been separated from her allies who'd helped her through so much in all of the chaos that was going on in the undoubtedly terrifying arena that they were fighting in. This caused me to become even more worried for Dove's well-being. Being on her own and only having one leg would make it near impossible for her to get away from other tributes, should she be attacked.
I wondered if I feared for my sister's life as much as she feared for her own. Did my sisters and brother have more confidence in Dove now than I did? I could recall, when Dove was first chosen at the reaping those few weeks prior, I was trying my best to reassure myself that she'd be okay. I told myself that Dove Elsu would be returning home to District Five alive, not in a casket, but now I wasn't all too sure.
What kind of brother was I for losing hope?
A cruel one?
A heartless one?
A smart one?
I didn't want to think about how likely it was that I'd be losing Dove on that very day, but with her refusal to fight back against those who soon had decided to attack her, it was almost impossible for me to see her coming home alive.
I just wanted my sister back- my strong, smart sister with a kind heart and generous soul.
I just wanted her back home with things how they used to be. Our poverty wouldn't bother me ever again, if we could all just be together and well.
lyrics: "Cold" by Five Finger Death Punch