365 days.— [prop/vasco | blitz]
Nov 13, 2021 15:07:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2021 15:07:24 GMT -5
It's officially been a year since Six died. A full 365 days. And every single one of this has been Hell. Maybe some days were better than others. But were any of them really good? Had a single day gone by I didn't think about Six? That I didn't miss him? Would it ever get better? And then today, I watched my cousin kill someone on national TV.
Abel was struggling with his friends death, that much was obvious. It hurt my heart to watch, to watch my cousin so sad. To know that no matter how far he made it he could end up like Six did. That all of the pain and torment he felt now could be for nothing. And now? Now was probably even worse for him. He killed a human fucking being, how do you come back from that?
I would have to ask him or Kassandra that when this was all over in a few days. Whether he came back in a coffin or on a train would determine who I asked. After I saw he was alright, I couldn't watch the games anymore. I was tired of it all, honestly. It has hurt my family enough. It has hurt this entire district enough. Because before it was the O'Malleys, it was the Izars.
I knocked on Vasco Izar's front door. If he wasn't here, I'd check the mayors office next. But, there were less Peacekeepers here. Less of a chance of having to deal with my Uncle Cliff. I knew Cliff was pissed at me. Cain was pissed at me. Noah was probably pissed too. They all blamed me for Abel going in. Don't they realise I never wanted him to?
I knocked again, speaking up, "Vasco! It's Prop, are ya here!?"
For once I didn't smell of cigarette smoke, I wondered if he was proud of that. I was proud of it. I had been wanting to quit anyway, don't need my siblings getting any idea. Being finding out about Cleome... that's what set me over the edge. Maybe I could ask him about that too. But he already had to deal with enough death without me adding to the pile. And even his salary couldn't give her the treatment she needs. After all, they don't bother with those treatments in our district no matter how much money you have. Surviving it is for careers and Capitolites, not farmers.