all alone; -Isabelle oneshot-
Jul 27, 2020 4:21:27 GMT -5
Post by charade on Jul 27, 2020 4:21:27 GMT -5
i s a b e l l e .
Come away little lamb
Come away to the water
Give yourself so we might live a new
Come away little lamb
Come away to the slaughter
I didn’t—
I didn’t realize she was dead when Will Johnwayne stabbed her in the chest. All the tributes so far popped back up in the catacombs the day after their cannon sounded, so I didn’t bother thinking about her weepy nonsense. But I guess she really pissed off the gamemakers, huh? With such a crappy training score they probably couldn’t be bothered to magic her back to life.
Good. My dumb sister and her dumb best friend are dead. Someone should murder Agnes and complete the set.
She was weak and I hate her—
So—
So, why am I crying?
AAAAAH
I punch the wall oh shit, that hurts. That’s right, I said shit, I’m not a baby anymore. I clench my teeth together. Two of my knuckles are bleeding. Good. The pain will make me focus on my hand instead of thinking about dumb old Meredith getting killed and being so lame that the gamemakers didn’t even bother to bring her back. I punch the wall again. SHIT. Okay, I’m not doing that again.
I’m not going to miss her. I won’t. I WON’T.
Oh no, my heart feels like its gonna explode outta my chest. The room’s getting all blurry cause my eyes are full of cry. She doesn’t exist anymore. Victor said so. She’ll be erased, forgotten as a Strauss. She got what she wanted. She found a way out, a way away from the house, from Finn. From the adults.
From me.
I knew she hated me, that’s why she never did anything nice after Annabelle died. Nothing except tell me that the gamemakers wouldn’t bring Anna back for me, even if I won the games. Well jokes on you, you moron! They didn’t even bring you back, even though they brought back all those dummies from the lower districts. Even that stupid boy from one who died from a paper cut.
I sniff, and wipe the tears away. Good thing Victor can’t see me when I’m in the bathroom, or I’d get in trouble for crying about that big ol’ dummy for sure.
My parents. My sister. Dumb old Meredith.
Why—
Why does everyone leave me?
I
don't
understand
What did I do wrong?