night-time ghosts.— [six/love]
Jun 9, 2021 23:18:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2021 23:18:22 GMT -5
Ever since Six had arrived to the Capitol it had been near impossible to get a peaceful nights sleep. The first issue was the silence that permeated his room. At home it was never this silent. Growing up with so many siblings meant there was always some sort of noise, even when it was lights out. And even when everyone was asleep, the old wood of the O'Malley house creaked in the wind. The creaking, snoring, and playing were all sounds that were almost like a lullaby to him growing up. And now? He missed it.
Despite the silence, eventually he would pass out from tiredness and manage to fall asleep each night. But, that wasn't the end of his sleep issues. No, that was just the beginning. Each and everytime he fell asleep since the reaping he was swarmed with nightmares. Often times they woke him up, and even when they didn't he still woke up feeling exhausted. The content of the nightmares did vary slightly, but for the most part he had the same nightmares repeating over and over again each and every night.
The first nightmare was his own death. Him getting murdered by some mysterious tribute within the Hunger Games. The second involved his family. In these dreams his siblings either got reaped or volunteered in his place. And he had to watch them die and suffer through the Hunger Games. And none of them ever won in those nightmares. The third and final type of nightmare he got was everyone telling him what a failure he was. His mentors saying he wasn't worth his time. His family screaming at him for abandoning them. The other tributes calling him worthless and weak. The Gamemakers giving him a 0, not even a 1.
But today? Today was different. This was a nightmare he had never experience before. In this nightmare he wasn't himself. Instead, he was Winger O'Malley. He watched from her perspective as she got reaped and walked onto the stage. He felt the cold metal bars of the cages the tributes were kept in back then. All of a sudden he felt the icy cold salt water and felt as though he might drown. And in the next scene? He was reliving her death through her. It was horrible.
The moment Winger died, the boy shot awake, panting. He couldn't do this. It was terrifying. He felt like he was being watched all of a sudden. The question is, who was he being watched by? Winger O'Malley? God? Some other unseen force? He had to get out of that silent room. He had to it was only making his fear rise more and more. So without even putting on his shoes, Six O'Malley got out of bed and headed out on a late-night adventure.
He wasn't sure what he was looking for or where he was going as he began to explore the Training Center. He just wanted to stop thinking about Winger. As he passed a window for a second he thought he saw her looking at him from the other side of the glass. He knew that was impossible and sure enough whatever his brain thought it saw was gone as soon as it appeared. This was a result of his brain still being half-asleep while also being scared.
Then as he rounded a corner he saw a tribute, one he was pretty sure could kill him 500 ways with just his bare hands. Love Bellisario. Love was one of the people who terrified him. He was a career, a few years older than the boy, and was also much bigger than Six was. He must've looked quite pathetic in that moment. He was in his pajamas, his curly red hair was far more messy than usual due to bed head, and he was shaking badly. Seeing someone like Love when he was already scared just made everything worse. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Wha-what are you doing out here so late?"
Despite the silence, eventually he would pass out from tiredness and manage to fall asleep each night. But, that wasn't the end of his sleep issues. No, that was just the beginning. Each and everytime he fell asleep since the reaping he was swarmed with nightmares. Often times they woke him up, and even when they didn't he still woke up feeling exhausted. The content of the nightmares did vary slightly, but for the most part he had the same nightmares repeating over and over again each and every night.
The first nightmare was his own death. Him getting murdered by some mysterious tribute within the Hunger Games. The second involved his family. In these dreams his siblings either got reaped or volunteered in his place. And he had to watch them die and suffer through the Hunger Games. And none of them ever won in those nightmares. The third and final type of nightmare he got was everyone telling him what a failure he was. His mentors saying he wasn't worth his time. His family screaming at him for abandoning them. The other tributes calling him worthless and weak. The Gamemakers giving him a 0, not even a 1.
But today? Today was different. This was a nightmare he had never experience before. In this nightmare he wasn't himself. Instead, he was Winger O'Malley. He watched from her perspective as she got reaped and walked onto the stage. He felt the cold metal bars of the cages the tributes were kept in back then. All of a sudden he felt the icy cold salt water and felt as though he might drown. And in the next scene? He was reliving her death through her. It was horrible.
The moment Winger died, the boy shot awake, panting. He couldn't do this. It was terrifying. He felt like he was being watched all of a sudden. The question is, who was he being watched by? Winger O'Malley? God? Some other unseen force? He had to get out of that silent room. He had to it was only making his fear rise more and more. So without even putting on his shoes, Six O'Malley got out of bed and headed out on a late-night adventure.
He wasn't sure what he was looking for or where he was going as he began to explore the Training Center. He just wanted to stop thinking about Winger. As he passed a window for a second he thought he saw her looking at him from the other side of the glass. He knew that was impossible and sure enough whatever his brain thought it saw was gone as soon as it appeared. This was a result of his brain still being half-asleep while also being scared.
Then as he rounded a corner he saw a tribute, one he was pretty sure could kill him 500 ways with just his bare hands. Love Bellisario. Love was one of the people who terrified him. He was a career, a few years older than the boy, and was also much bigger than Six was. He must've looked quite pathetic in that moment. He was in his pajamas, his curly red hair was far more messy than usual due to bed head, and he was shaking badly. Seeing someone like Love when he was already scared just made everything worse. His voice trembled as he spoke, "Wha-what are you doing out here so late?"
