Final Goodbye [Cam]
Sept 25, 2011 15:16:05 GMT -5
Post by Ray on Sept 25, 2011 15:16:05 GMT -5
Lakota Denning
“Charas Harp!”
Lakota closed her eyes, replaying the reaping over and over in her mind. How could this have happened? She had been so concerned with worrying about herself, so sure that she would be reaped, that she hadn’t even been thinking about Charas. She hadn’t thought it was a possibility that Charas would be reaped; and yet, there Charas had stood, up on that stage in front of all of Panem, accepting her position as the District 12 female tribute.
Lakota had wanted to say something, do something, anything. She had wanted to scream, run up to the stage and volunteer. She had wanted to shake the mayor until he took it back, chose another girl to be taken, so that Charas could stay; but she couldn’t. She was frozen in place, as if her feet were nailed to the ground. She was too shocked to do anything until it was too late.
Lakota knew she had to go to the justice building. She had to see Charas one more time before she left forever. While she was on her way, though, there was a little voice in the back of her head, urging her to turn around. Go home. Forget about her. She had sex with your father for crying out loud! You should not be friends. Lakota shook her head, trying to get those thoughts to go away. No. She would not think this way. Charas was her friend, regardless of what happened in the past. Lakota marched on, more determined than ever. Today wasn’t about her, it was about Charas.
A couple minutes later, she stood on the steps of the justice building. She knew Charas was there, waiting to be taken to the train. She probably wasn’t expecting anyone to visit her. Well, wouldn’t this be a surprise. Lakota pushed open the heavy wooden door, and was pointed in the direction of the room Charas was waiting in. Lakota sat down in a chair in the hall outside of Charas' room, waiting for the escort to tell her she could go in. After a couple of minutes, the escort told her she could go in. She had the same high pitched voice, the same annoying accent as everyone else from the Capitol. Lakota couldn’t help but crack a small smile at that most insignificant detail she noticed when Charas' life would soon be on the line.
Lakota stood and moved over to the door of Charas room, stalling slightly. She knew that going in there was like a final goodbye. It was like accepting the fact that Charas would die. She put her hands on the door, slowly pushing it open. She peered in to see her sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring out the window. Lakota knocked quietly on the open door to get her attention. “Charas?” Lakota walked in and sat down next to her. Lakota looked at Charas, trying to figure out how she was feeling. Fear, anger, excitement? She couldn’t tell at all.
“Charas Harp!”
Lakota closed her eyes, replaying the reaping over and over in her mind. How could this have happened? She had been so concerned with worrying about herself, so sure that she would be reaped, that she hadn’t even been thinking about Charas. She hadn’t thought it was a possibility that Charas would be reaped; and yet, there Charas had stood, up on that stage in front of all of Panem, accepting her position as the District 12 female tribute.
Lakota had wanted to say something, do something, anything. She had wanted to scream, run up to the stage and volunteer. She had wanted to shake the mayor until he took it back, chose another girl to be taken, so that Charas could stay; but she couldn’t. She was frozen in place, as if her feet were nailed to the ground. She was too shocked to do anything until it was too late.
Lakota knew she had to go to the justice building. She had to see Charas one more time before she left forever. While she was on her way, though, there was a little voice in the back of her head, urging her to turn around. Go home. Forget about her. She had sex with your father for crying out loud! You should not be friends. Lakota shook her head, trying to get those thoughts to go away. No. She would not think this way. Charas was her friend, regardless of what happened in the past. Lakota marched on, more determined than ever. Today wasn’t about her, it was about Charas.
A couple minutes later, she stood on the steps of the justice building. She knew Charas was there, waiting to be taken to the train. She probably wasn’t expecting anyone to visit her. Well, wouldn’t this be a surprise. Lakota pushed open the heavy wooden door, and was pointed in the direction of the room Charas was waiting in. Lakota sat down in a chair in the hall outside of Charas' room, waiting for the escort to tell her she could go in. After a couple of minutes, the escort told her she could go in. She had the same high pitched voice, the same annoying accent as everyone else from the Capitol. Lakota couldn’t help but crack a small smile at that most insignificant detail she noticed when Charas' life would soon be on the line.
Lakota stood and moved over to the door of Charas room, stalling slightly. She knew that going in there was like a final goodbye. It was like accepting the fact that Charas would die. She put her hands on the door, slowly pushing it open. She peered in to see her sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring out the window. Lakota knocked quietly on the open door to get her attention. “Charas?” Lakota walked in and sat down next to her. Lakota looked at Charas, trying to figure out how she was feeling. Fear, anger, excitement? She couldn’t tell at all.
