[95th] The Reaping - District Three
Oct 3, 2023 2:15:32 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Oct 3, 2023 2:15:32 GMT -5
I wish someone held me like that.
The way that girl is clinging to Javier. Like he's wanted. Like she wants him to stay. His sister, probably. I look at the way she invades his personal space so fiercely and all I can feel is the absense of that, untouched flesh, nothing but air on goosebumps and summertime sadness.
It's so odd, to be lonely. Skulking around in the dark, just me and my angst gnawing nails until I hit raw flesh. An old wound, reopened. Parents heads bowed low, not daring to speak up to their makers. Even though they know exactly what Javier will be facing in that arena, crafted by their hands.
Black sheep. Lamb for slaughter. And now, "Wolf-"
That Capitolite doesn't even need to finish saying my name. I simply know - because I was always meant for this, their sacrifice. Penance for sins comitted long before I was born. To be a Turing is to be brilliant, and to be a Turing is to paint our walls with blood. Our own front door.
And now it’s my veins that will be pried open with their tinkerers tools. My blood spilled, the same blood that runs in their veins, at the hands of their brilliant minds.
Still. Ever the obedient, my family - the ones that craft terrible things in their basement illuminated by one single, dimly-lit bulb.
That lightbulb flickers. It needs changing. I didn't bother replacing it - good, I think, that raw pang of jealousy I get from looking at Javier Macedo and his doting family replaced by acid. Then there's that bile in my throat, a reminder I'm not supposed to hate my family. They do nothing wrong. They don't make terrible things at night for the very same people that will kill me.
I wonder if my parents will stop now, let that bulb fizzle out, close the door. Lock it. Then I smirk - no they won't.
Bowed heads, they cannot look me in the eyes. Because of course they won't. Their own terrible inventions will kill me and they will still keep at their silent work, terrors for cash exchanged with no questions asked.
And then I turn my head and sigh, rid of their secrets. The shame. The guilt I have carried for so long.
I step out of the shadows into something else entirely and the walk up to the stage is the lightest I have felt in years.
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wolf accepts !
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wolf accepts !
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