Velvet Bison [D5] >DONE<

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Name: Velvet Bison
Age: 16
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 5
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Velvet Bison

I'm gonna make it bend and break
(it sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(let the good times roll, let the good times roll)

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The Night's cold hands brush against me. Their snow-white fingers pulling my worn frame down into oblivion. I don't try to fight, nor would I have had the strength to. I accept what is and what will become, closing my eyes and falling into my dreams once more.

For only a millisecond, I am plunged into an empty darkness. This peace does not last long, as light pulls me forward, into a familiar place. The pure white room was one I had visited every night prior. I get to my feet, heading towards the only object in an otherwise barren room. A single mirror. It's free of dirt or smudge so I see my slender frame as clear as if I were standing in front of myself. It's surreal and disorientating, yet I drink in my appearance.

Dirty blonde hair, ragged curls falling about my shoulder. Bangs swept to the side.

Tight dress. Hugging every curve. A large chest, exposed purposefully.

Narrow eyes. Serious and dark blue. Square jaw. Full lips.

Broad shoulders. Small waist. Larger hips. Muscular legs.

Myself. Who I have accepted as me by no other reason but a reflection.

And as my examination of myself, my exterior, concludes I feel my heart begin to race. As it is not this room that makes me dread sleep, but what is to come.

And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got better put your fingers back to the keys

Time. That's what I wanted. Needed. More time. "Please...." My voice was much softer than I intended, but the desperation was still laced through the single word, echoing throughout the empty room. Becoming a chorus of my own desperate plea.

There was no reply. I expected no different. The sullen silence of my own subconscious was answer enough. A single door appeared before me, opening with a rusty screech. Through the door lay me, a younger me. Without curves or the dark which tainted my eyes. Many years prior, before I knew of death or the danger of the games.

Before her.

I was compelled to step forward. And through the door I went. My muscles grew heavy as I made my way over to the sleeping girl. I lay my hand on her shoulder, sorrow within me escaping in a a singe stifled sob. It was inevitable, I closed my eyes and enter the blackness once more.

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter

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When I open my eyes I am her. The little girl I had been standing over only seconds before. I feel excitement bubble in my chest, something special will happen today. What it is is on the outskirts of my mind just out of reach.

My body moves of it's own accord. It jumps off the bed. Small hands grab the window sill just above my bed. I stand on the tips of my toes, greedy eyes taking in the scene outside my window. Dawn. I have been waiting for this moment for so long. I run out of the room, looking up at the woman who stands in the kitchen. She is tall and blonde, short and slim. She cooks oats on our small stove.

"Mama, is he coming?"

She turns to me, blue eyes worn and sad"Honey... it's been weeks. No darling."

I remember this day. My mother's boyfriend had gone, left me and her. I never found out why. He had meant a lot to me...

At the time... this had been the worst day of my life. My first time of many loosing someone.

The door creaks open. It's time. I leave the girl... me. She sits on the floor, sobbing. I close my eyes, stepping through the door once more.

One night yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter, oh oh oh oh

Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
In this crystal ball

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I know it's coming. Possibly my only happy memory in this nightmare. And the worst of all. When I open my eyes, I will not see me, the me who will be in this memory. I am her. Through and through. Caught up in the moment, this nightmare which will begin any second. I'll have to open my eyes sometime...

3...


2...


1...

It's always cloudy except for, except for
When you look into the past, look into the past
One night stand
One night stand, Oh!

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter

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"Vel!" her touch sends shiver up my spine, snapping me out of a daydream. I turn to look at her. Her green eyes hold mine."Are we gonna do it or not?"

I nod, squeezing her hand before jumping to my feet. We were going to get trashed. My mom was spending most of her time sleeping as of late, leaving her small supply of alcohol unattended. Except for a pitiful lock which I would have no trouble breaking, as it was basically completely rust. It was my fourteenth birthday and Jay had insisted on celebrating it this way.

I had developed a rebellious streak as my teens hit. Defying authority, getting into whatever trouble I could... I lived for the thrill. Jay's hand found mine as we ran. I didn't pull away. As much as I hated the way her touch made me feel, I couldn't get enough of it.

We were in my house in seconds and the lock was off the cabinet even quicker. I pulled out a few bottles setting them down on the table. Mom wouldn't notice the lock missing, she barely noticed anything these days.

"Ready?"My eyes met hers once again. We pulled open the bottles. The alcohol was disgusting. The poison burned my throat leaving a rotten sting on my tongue. But that didn't matter. I wasn't drinking for the taste. I was drinking for the buzz.

Being the lightweight I am, it didn't take long until I was tipsy, and it seemed as though Jay could hold her drink as well as me. It happened quickly, her hands pulled me towards her. Her long black hair veiled my face. "You're beautiful Velvet..."

My hands wrapped around her waist and I smiled. Everything about this felt incredibly wrong and so right. My lips met hers. Softly at first, and then more confident. It was perfect.

Too perfect

I never spoke to her again.

One night yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers,
In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers

Get me out of my mind
And get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from
Getting you into the mood, Whoa!

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The next few memories pass in a blur. My fifteenth birthday where I found my mother hanging in the closet. Moving in with my father. Shadow being reaped. Countless boys, countless nights. Making up for what I am. What I'm ashamed to be.

The stupid things I've done just to get a thrill. To feel something.

My nightmare ends like it always does, sitting with my family. Laughing, talking. Together. There are a lot of us, sure. But it doesn't matter. After 16 years, they're all I have. I'm stubborn, I'm stupid. I throw myself at any guy, sure. But they accept me. I know they always will, cause let's face it there's a lot about me not to like. Still they do.

And they made my nightmare end.


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WUT IS THIS? UP SINCE 12 WRITING THIS PSH NO? WHAT IT"S 5?

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Accepted

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