to be near you for awhile | flynn [93rd]
Feb 19, 2023 13:48:29 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 19, 2023 13:48:29 GMT -5
The Bloodbath.
In this shirt, I can be you
To be near you for a while
In this shirt, I can be you
To be near you for a while
Peacekeepers had to usher me from the last point where I had to say goodbye to Johnny. A beige endless corridor with a dulling light. I can still feel his fingers sliding away from mine, now I am sitting on my bed with the shirt he wore on the train beside me. The strong sweaty stench has faded but it still smells like him. Hopefully he does not know I kept it, probably a weird thing to do but it is kind of comfort. I still have a part of him here with me. With this shirt, I can be near him for a while. Until he…until he comes back home to me…
”The bloodbath is beginning Flynn, you need to come out.” I can say they have been kind not to force me to endure all of this in public, back to the welcoming scene of the District Six apartment and there is not a bottle of red wine in site. The escort is not here, just Teddy and stylists on the cream couches sat around the television as the countdown begins. Watching this between my fingers will probably be the best bet, being in the presence of a television during the live broadcast should at least satisfy the Capitol’s desire to force me to possibly watch the death of my own boyfriend.
I just slump into the singular arm chair, sat at an obscure angle of the television. About a quarter of the screen is barely viewable, hopefully if anything happens it will be in that space.
The final strike of the countdown always sends the same shiver through my chest, this time it clings to every inch of my body. A feeling worse than the times I sat and watched Quinn and Aurora’s attempts at the bloodbath.
Oh, I cannot bare this. I fling my head back into chair, hands fully covering my face and my ears listening for any mentions of Johnny’s name from the commentator.
It sounds like a few have fled already. Not Johnny though. Supposedly Johnny tries to hit the girl from Eight but misses.
Sounds like another handful of tributes have the brains to get out of there. Not Johnny though. Supposedly Johnny knocks over Steele Cassidy from District One!
Now it sounds like some tributes have picked up weapons and then fled the scene. Not Johnny though. Supposedly Johnny picks up a spear and stabs the boy from Eight.
There are not many tributes left now, an alliance eyeing the wealth with just two tributes in their way. One is Johnny.
I pull my hands from my face, pushing myself from the seat and in front of the television blocking everyone else’s view. ”You have everything you need! Just fucking run!” I plead with the television, the camera is focused on Johnny as the District Eleven tribute blocks his attempts with the spear. ”GET OUT OF THERE JOHNNY!” As if he is actually listening for once, the camera follows him as senses seem to have been sought. Out he finally goes. Camera zoomed in on him and Karl from Eleven. Then a shot of two holding hands… I had a friend in Nanette Carter, I guess he will need friends too if he is to get out of this. That is my thought anyway. Yeah, I did lecture him on finding allies, at least he has listened to that. Just allies. Arena allies.
I sink back into the armchair; I cannot exhale yet. This is far from over. My pounding heart has not eased since the clock hit zero. ” Everyone is still alive. There is still a lot to come.” A lot that I am unsure I can endure.