I Could Hear The Crying [Joule Spark Oneshots]
Aug 3, 2019 10:09:42 GMT -5
Post by kap on Aug 3, 2019 10:09:42 GMT -5
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- When all the love around you is dying -
When Dusty volunteered, Joule's heart shattered. She'd thrown herself to the wolves to spare the life of another at the mere age of thirteen. When Joule was young, she could recall that she was beyond terrified at the reaping. Every year was more and more frightening, the chance of her name being selected increasing each time that she grew another year older. Now, at the age of twenty, she was too old to go into the Games, but her siblings were not. She felt obligated to protect them, but there were some ways in which she couldn’t, as it was completely out of her control.
Dusty died because Joule was incapable of protecting her. There was absolutely nothing that she could have done, but she still felt guilt along with it all. What if she had talked to her before the reaping and explained to her that she should never volunteer? Would that have prevented her from doing so, and potentially have saved her life? Unfortunately, Joule would never know how things could have turned out, simply how they did turn out.
When Joule’s little sister first went into the Games, although she was extremely nervous about her slim chance of survival being the youngest and likely smallest tribute in the arena, she still had some home for her. After all, Florence was one of the youngest in the Games that she was forced to fight in, and she still did extremely well. In the end, however, Dusty didn’t make it as far as either of her siblings had in the Games. She perished about halfway through, and when it happened, Joule’s eyes started to well up with tears. She knew she was supposed to be the strong one, but in this moment, it was beyond difficult.
A few days had passed since Dusty’s death and the whole Spark family was struggling more than ever to keep themselves positive. The death of a third Spark child had hit them all extremely hard, and no matter how many people wished them ‘condolences’ after Dusty died, it wouldn’t make it better. The young girl was gone forever. Joule wanted to bring her back. She wanted it to be like the 80th Games where they all got to live. Despite the fact that, if Dusty had lived, she’d end up having to deal with the trauma of being in the arena, surely it would be better than just being dead, right?
Industria Spark was dead, though, and nothing would be changing that. Joule couldn’t just turn back time and bring her back. She couldn’t do anything about it at all, and that ripped her to pieces. She was broken when Bolts died, torn apart when Florence was killed, and shattered as Dusty’s lifeless body fell. Each death that she faced made her wish more and more that it could have just been her instead. If only she could have saved all of them.
It wasn’t possible, though.
Joule spent the days following Dusty’s death avoiding the subject of the Games as much as possible. She tried her best to avoid watching or hearing about them, but that was quite difficult for any individual in Panem. The young woman would go for long walks, simply thinking to herself and watching the people of District Three as she went by, hoping that it would get her mind off of it all, but the thoughts were still there. Industria was dead, and that fact would never go away.
Dusty died because Joule was incapable of protecting her. There was absolutely nothing that she could have done, but she still felt guilt along with it all. What if she had talked to her before the reaping and explained to her that she should never volunteer? Would that have prevented her from doing so, and potentially have saved her life? Unfortunately, Joule would never know how things could have turned out, simply how they did turn out.
When Joule’s little sister first went into the Games, although she was extremely nervous about her slim chance of survival being the youngest and likely smallest tribute in the arena, she still had some home for her. After all, Florence was one of the youngest in the Games that she was forced to fight in, and she still did extremely well. In the end, however, Dusty didn’t make it as far as either of her siblings had in the Games. She perished about halfway through, and when it happened, Joule’s eyes started to well up with tears. She knew she was supposed to be the strong one, but in this moment, it was beyond difficult.
A few days had passed since Dusty’s death and the whole Spark family was struggling more than ever to keep themselves positive. The death of a third Spark child had hit them all extremely hard, and no matter how many people wished them ‘condolences’ after Dusty died, it wouldn’t make it better. The young girl was gone forever. Joule wanted to bring her back. She wanted it to be like the 80th Games where they all got to live. Despite the fact that, if Dusty had lived, she’d end up having to deal with the trauma of being in the arena, surely it would be better than just being dead, right?
Industria Spark was dead, though, and nothing would be changing that. Joule couldn’t just turn back time and bring her back. She couldn’t do anything about it at all, and that ripped her to pieces. She was broken when Bolts died, torn apart when Florence was killed, and shattered as Dusty’s lifeless body fell. Each death that she faced made her wish more and more that it could have just been her instead. If only she could have saved all of them.
It wasn’t possible, though.
Joule spent the days following Dusty’s death avoiding the subject of the Games as much as possible. She tried her best to avoid watching or hearing about them, but that was quite difficult for any individual in Panem. The young woman would go for long walks, simply thinking to herself and watching the people of District Three as she went by, hoping that it would get her mind off of it all, but the thoughts were still there. Industria was dead, and that fact would never go away.
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