I've been born again [Yusei]
May 1, 2020 14:44:19 GMT -5
Post by Cato on May 1, 2020 14:44:19 GMT -5
Yusei Rhee
I stare in the mirror at my own reflection, and it's hard to recognize the man staring aback at me. I don't leave home much anymore, and it's really starting to show. It's been four years since I returned home in a game I should've died in, and I feel like nothing has changed. I have no friends here. I have nothing left in this place. I haven't even spoke to Bette, and I hope she's doing better than I am. Right now, I'm just a mess of a man walking around without a place in the world. Everyone has moved on without me. Not that it matters. I've always just had myself, but I've ruined so much of my life by volunteering for this game to die in it hoping someone would notice me, but she hasn't, and I don't think she ever will.
I look down at a pencil and paper lying on the shelf below the mirror, and I think about writing a letter. I don't know to who, or what I will even say. I don't think it's important when my family is gone, and I thought I would join them. I feel like volunteering for the games was a mistake, and it's even more of a mistake that they let me live. I should've never tried following my dream of finding love for someone who doesn't love me back. I thought this would get her to notice me. I've been chasing her for so long, and I think this only made it worse. I lift the pencil thinking about what I want to write. Maybe I'll leave something for Bette. Maybe I'll send it to her. Only I don't write anything, and instead I place the pencil back on the shelf. It's been four years. I doubt she'll even care, but what I do know is I can't stay here any longer.
I sigh as I walk through the house finding a few items of clothing to shove into a bag. It's not much, but maybe it'll help me get by. I grab a couple pairs of shoes. Never know when they'll fail. I grab a blanket because I know it'll keep me warm. District one haunts me, and every single day that I am here it's breaking my heart knowing that I gave away everything for nothing. I don't have a plan or anything right now. I don't know where I'll go, but maybe living in the forest for a few days will help clear my mind. Everyone seems so happy, and here I am wishing that I would've just died. I throw the bag over my shoulder before heading out the doors. I shut the door locking it for the last time. This place has been nice to me while I'm here, but now it has no use.
Turning away, I embark on a new adventure. Don't know where it'll lead me, but anywhere is better than here. Just leaving everything behind, and finding my own way in life. All I can do now is look towards the future and maybe find a reason I am still here because right now I don't have one. Keeping my head down, I don't make eye contact with anyone as I figure out the next step in this plan. Sometimes it's easy, but right now I don't know where I'll go. I survived a few days in the hunger games, so I know I'm more than capable of keeping myself alive. That's all I need right now. Goodbye district one, and hello to a new beginning.
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