stain your blade || mer's jb 89
Sept 25, 2021 1:43:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2021 1:43:09 GMT -5
I'm just a product of the time.
If anything, that's what killed me. Blame it on the romanticization of being a teenager in Panem. I've never been so lucky I'd say through grit teeth, District 4 male of the 89th Hunger Games.
What a great opportunity.
"We're in for it, Fish," I say to the dog, because that's where I'm at in my life. Sitting on the justice building floor, side to side wondering what comes next. I've done my questioning -- I've done my seventeen years of trying to figure this out by myself. I guess I'm just done with it, one step too far ahead of the curve and jumping right off the edge, I don't know where I go next. No, I'm not scared of it, I'm just ready to know.
Will it be cold? I've never seen snow. Annie's never taken me to the capitol, and I guess I get to come with her now. It's a silver lining, enough of a tease to give me an excuse for televised annihilation -- lord, I'm in deep. I think I'm excited, mostly, there's a pit in my stomach and I fell the second I was alone again. It was intense, standing on the stage in front of the victors and pretending there's at least one shred of me that thinks I'm coming home afterwards.
I don't intend to, sweetheart.
Not me, you see, I have my casket picked out.
It's mahogany.
I look insane when Angel and Addison enter the justice building, I've just been singing to my dog this whole time. This is the awkward part, right? When I tell them I gave up, that I don't care anymore.
That before I kill me, I have to be dead to them.
"Damn, sorry. I didn't expect anyone to come," maybe I got a bit too hopeful. I have to admit though, I wonder if they think I'll die. Isn't this such a fun game? Seventeen years deep, and I think I'm coming back up on square one. They've always said I was good enough -- I want them to prove it, too, I guess. Tell me they wish I had stayed.
Let me play victim for once, it's my funeral.
I wonder if they'll cry when I'm gone -- I want to know what Uncle Allister says. If throwing myself in the lion's den gets my ghost a shred of credit. I don't think it will, but I can only take so much to the grave with me.
And I don't think I'm lying when I say "Addison, honestly I thought you'd come with me." Guess we can't all be in a rush to get it over with.
Do you think it'll be quick?
Why do I even think these things.
Man, Fisher, it's gonna be a long two months.