break me again . elegant
Jul 10, 2020 2:14:29 GMT -5
Post by cass on Jul 10, 2020 2:14:29 GMT -5
o p a l .
When you hurt under the surface
Like troubled water running cold
Well, time can heal, but this won't
"Mrs Earnest? Your son is here at the Residential Hospital, he arrived a few hours ago, but we couldn’t identify him due to the injuries he sustained that’s why we didn’t contact you sooner. He’s-”
The phone had fallen from her hands, a numbness creeping through her entire body as she’d stared, trying desperately to process what the doctor had just said. The last time she had felt so much pain had been when she had watched her husband fall into the sand, his cannon firing into the night. The darkness of her room felt overwhelming, and she yanked the blankets off, climbing to her one foot as she reached for her prosthetic leg. It slipped from her shaking hands and she let out a loud cry as her body followed, landing with a loud thud on the carpet.
She grunted, dragging herself forwards as she reached for her leg, she had to move, get there faster. Her head pounded, the pain of the day eating at her as she struggled with the leg, pulling it over the stump at her hip. Sleep had eluded her for two nights now, and it seemed that the streak would continue. The leg pinched, biting into the delicate flesh of the stump, she screwed up her face, biting down on the pain as she stumbled to her feet.
Pulling on the first pair of pants she could find, she ran, uneven steps making her slower than she wanted as she raced through the training center. The night air was like a slap to the face and her barefoot stung with each step as she moved. Her body ached, exhaustion weighing her down as she ran through the Capitol streets, eyes prickling, her mind building a thousand different images of what awaited her at the hospital.
Oh Ripred, was this her fault? It was, wasn’t it? Emmett had been killed just yesterday and now Ky was in a hospital, paying for her mistakes. Jade had almost died today. Both her tributes almost dead. The crown slipping through her fingers right before her eyes. This was her punishment, the result of her failure, a warning, a-
She slipped, falling to her knees as her skin was scraped on the cobblestone path.
“Fuck,” she choked, a fist slamming into the ground. “Fuck this,” she cried, slamming it down once more, the skin at her knuckles splitting with the force. The pain in her hand was nothing compared to the ache in her chest. It was building, boiling water in a kettle with no room to escape, it needed to escape, it was too much. Destroying her, eating her, it was going to kill her,
“AHHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed, unleashing it all in one burst.
It hurt, her body hurt so much, her heart felt like it was bleeding. There was nothing before her, no way to build a future when she was chained to the Capitol, no way to see what she could be with Katelyn when she was a prisoner. When she imagined Ky’s life and what awaited for him there was so much fear and uncertainty it made her sick.
The world was cold and cruel, she had listened to Katelyn telling her all about Olivia, and the way the woman was manipulating her, making her into a piece on her game board. She had watched the woman she loved cry, broken in a way Opal had never believed Katelyn would break. There was no escape, there was nothing they could do, they were all pieces with no will of their own. I want more, she stood up on shaky legs, Ky deserves more, she pushed onwards, Katelyn deserves better.
The hospital lights came into view, the lights from the emergency entrance glowing as Opal ran inside, rushing over to the nearest counter.
“Ky Earnest, where is he?” She asked, hands splayed on the counter, the nurse looked startled, her disheveled appearance, bloodied knee, and split knuckles raised too many questions.
“Ky Earnest-” She snapped, glaring at the nurse until she had the decency to look scared, “-where is he?”
The nurse gave her a tight, strained smile before typing away on her computer. Opal watched, heart-thumping in her chest, anger seeping into her at the lack of urgency in the nurse’s movements. Just as she was about to yell, the nurse looked up, “third floor, room 307.”
With a curt nod, Opal spun, moving with undignified haste as she slammed her palm against the elevator button. The elevator opened to the third floor and she ran, unable to restrain herself as she neared the room, the number 307 gleaming in the white light. She yanked the door open, gasping as she pushed herself into the room, he was going to be okay, she pulled back his curtain-
“Ky-” it was barely more than a choked sob.
What had they done to her son?