will this soldier return home? (Katelyn/Arabella)
May 31, 2020 7:36:31 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on May 31, 2020 7:36:31 GMT -5
a r a b e l l a .
Remember who you are
If you lose yourself
Your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight
Remember who you are
Fresh tears painted her cheeks. She had not cried in front of them, but they had cried for her as they held onto her for what they thought might be the last time. They hadn't been given long before she was ushered away, like a prisoner in death row. Their tears had been like tiny diamonds, shattering into a thousand pieces when hitting the ground. She wanted to collect them, to put them back together, and to tell them not to worry. But that was impossible, for both her and them. So instead, she had taken her mother into her arms, holding her close, as the older lady sobbed into her shoulder. She had ran a hand through greying hair, and made small reassuring sounds, hoping that the next time their eyes meet, the flow of tears would have stopped.
"Oh Ellen, please don't cry," Arabella's voice had been so quiet, soothing. It was like she had taken into the roll of the nurturer, of the mother. "I'll be okay. It'll be just like the stories." A sad smile formed on her lips, as she fought the tremble that had begun to sink in. "I'm the protagonist. And we all know that the protagonist always makes it to the end." She lied. She had read many books where the hero had failed.
Her eyes meet Matthews over Ellens head. They were glassy and bloodshot, tiny veins webbing through the whites of his eyes. He had been crying too. She had never seen him cry before, and despite the situation she could not stop the thoughts of how touching it was, to know that he had cried for her. She never thought that anyone would cry for her.
Maybe this was what it was like to be part of a family.
She liked that, liked the way it warmed her heart, like no feeling that she could create from her imagination.
She had held onto that feeling as they were told to leave the room. It felt like there was a never ending embrace of her heart, like Ellen and Matthew would forever be engraved there.
It was only when she was on the train, departing district eleven, did she allow herself to cry.
She didn't hold back the tears that fell down her cheeks, tears that would never be wiped away by the loving hand of a mother. She doesn't cry for long. Forcing herself to wipe away the tears, to take a deep breath and to focus. Yes, her heart broke for the family she was leaving behind, for the parents who had loved her despite her flaws. But despite that, there was the flurry of excitement pulsing through her veins. She was about to embark on a new adventure. See things that she could only have imagined. She was about to become a warrior. She didn't fully understand what that meant now. But she would, the moment she stepped off her pad, and the world erupted into chaos around her.
Gathering herself she takes a moment to look around. She had never seen anything like it, it was more than what she had imagined all these years. And right now, as she wandered through the depth of the train she felt like a princess. They had told her that in one of the main carriages would be an infinite amount of food. She imagined there to be a fountain of never ending chocolate, and strawberries and other fresh fruit to dip it in. She imagined that the plates would be made of solid gold, only the finest for their female tribute of District eleven. She would also sleep on a bed made of clouds, so soft that the minute her head hit the pillow she would be out, her dreams taking her back to her family, to a the many nights they had sat down as a family at the kitchen table, telling each other about the days events.
But of course, and not unusual, her reality could not quite live up to the images she painted in her mind. It was still exquisite, Arabella in awe. She is so distracted by her thoughts and the riches that surround her that she does not immediately realise that she is not the only one in the room.
Katelyn Persimmon.
Arabella stops on her tracks, her brown eyes widening slightly. She had never seen her in the flesh before, and the tv and numerous photos she'd seen had done her no justice. "You're beautiful," had she said that out loud? Once again, her ability to think before she speak escapes her. "I had hoped that the next tribute from our home would be just as beautiful. Strong as well, but alas we are stuck with me." Arabella shrugs, "Ellen says I'm beautiful, but she has too, cause he is like a mother to me. I will miss her dearly. She told me to come back home. I told her that I would, that the hero always returns home in the end. I didn't want to lie to her... But in stories like these, only strong heroes- like you- return home. I'm not a warrior, even if I like to pretend to be one."