"Angel and the Devil"// (Vee)

[kiah]

Slowly the sun rose high into the sky. The bright orb, beautiful, but harsh. Hot, but cold. The sun, all so powerful, but yet so weak. There was so many words to describe the sun, just so many. The sun was brilliant. Dazzling. But then you add snow to it. all those positive, unquestionable words, would just float away, they would cease to exist. The snow created an innocent, peaceful feeling at first. A feeling of love and fun. But then you take you time to actually study it, it’s not so friendly. Sly, cunning. Deceiving. I mean what is so innocent about a substance, that would be more than happy to watch, participate, in your face planting the ground? I mean what type of friend is that? So for thoughts who thought snow was your friend, think again.

I watch as the evil little flakes fool to the ground in front of me, a scowl pasted to my ungrateful face. Boy did I hat snow. Yeah sometimes it was beautiful, but I felt that I had to compete with it, but yet it was on my side at the same time… it was all too confusing. So long story cut short. Snow can go fuck its self. mind my French. I watch, hatred filled y whole body. I did not want to leave this pub. But I had too. Why? I then thought as hobbled to the edge of the porch. Life was gonna wait for me even if I’m left behind, I thought to myself, before I realised that that had made no sense. That’s what happens when you’re drunk! I thought to myself as I stagged out into the snow.

The snow instantly soaked into my boot. I laughed hysterically as the coldness seeped into my toes, tickling my now frozen feet. The laughter rang out through the empty streets. The moon failed to shine on this cold night, which was odd, cause I swear I had saw it up there? I mean like yesterday? Right? The thought travelled through my toxicated mind, just confusing me to the max. Why was she thinking of such rubbish? Then I shook my messed up head trying to void the fuzzy film that flew over my view, but it wouldn’t go.

“What the Fuck?” my voice slurred through the night air, disturbing the once peaceful silence. “whu-whu… Wihu am mii doin’ ou here’” I splattered trying to find the right words. “get uot of my way! You litil flakes!” I muttered swatting at the open air, trying to rid myself of the flakes that landed on my nose.

The whiteness went on forever, it never stopped. I moaned, that soon turned into giggles, giggles that went on uncontrollably. Well this was fun! I thought crazily to myself, as my feet slid through the cold snow, heading towards, what I assumed was home. Wait how could I call it home? I mean this wasn’t my home! The capitol was! But here I was now, staggering through District one. Drunk, and maybe stoned… I can’t seem to remember. It just wasn’t clear in my head. I paused to watch as the mist that came out of my mouth swirled around me, before gracefully falling to the ground. it was so pretty. I watched as the mist danced around me, gracefully, like a pink flamingo, slowly falling to my feet. It was funny how small things amused small minds. Not that I was calling my self dumb.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color][/size]

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I pull the black coat tighter to my freezing body. Thankfully, it covers the whole length of my arms—unlike the old coat I had to wear for ten years. I had been forcing my parents to buy one for me but they never really had until a few months ago, on the day of the Reaping, to be exact. It’s almost funny sometimes, how kind they become when they dread to find you dead after a few days. And so now, I’ve got this brand new black coat that still seems to be too weak to fight off the winter cold. I exhale into the night air, as wisps of water form a trail before my eyes. I rub my hands together, in an effort to keep them warm. Night always had the power to make things more powerful, like how it was making the cold ten times stronger.

I clutch the bag of bread tighter, holding on to the warmth that it had earlier emitted. This was the reason I am here now, stuck in this cold, dark, street. Sometimes I really do think that having siblings is such a good thing. At least then you would have somebody you could send to the shops and buy whatever it is your family needs. I sigh, trudging on. I better just get home quickly. Then, I wouldn’t have to worry about the cold, or the night, or how my feet are starting to get wet from the melted snow that manage to seep through my worn down boots.

I cough. The cold is really starting to get to me. I stop for a moment, and look up. The first thing I notice are the few stars. There seemed to be a lot more before, but that was before District 1 had started expanding and the lights covered them from my sight. I put my head back down, and focus on the path before me. Not many people are out, considering the time of the day. Most are like me, rushing on their way home, eager to feel the warmth of the roaring fire, or to cuddle under a warm, thick blanket. One certain shadow, however, isolates itself from all the rest. From the distance, I can see it is a woman, but I can tell nothing more than that. I certainly can hear her voice, however.

From afar, I can hear her talking, though the distance between us prevents me from fully hearing what she says. I approach her wearily, thinking that it must be a Peacekeeper, but I back away again when I hear the person laughing. Who would be laughing and giggling like that in such a silent night as this? I back away wearily, surely a person who would be enjoying walking alone would be considered dangerous. Observing, I can assume that whoever she is must be really drunk, or really cold. She was obviously wobbling, almost near to topple. As soon as I think it, I see her legs give way and she falls to the ground.

Worried, I ran towards her, all thought of my problems forgotten. Now, I have to see what ever is wrong with her. I pant, the short run from where I stood and from the fallen girl already exhausting me. I place the once warm bread into the cold snow, and turn her around. She looked unconscious, but well enough to be woken up. I momentarily gasp. She was a peacekeeper, and maybe a new one at that. Her face was not familiar to me, unlike the others who have been roaming around our district for years. “Hey,” I say, shaking the woman lightly. “Hey, a-are you alright?” I repeat, shaking her more forcefully. I decide against it, but finally end up trying to lift her up. I couldn’t leave her in the snow, but now I just wish she would wake up.

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The snow fell to the ground and just sat there. Made no further movement. I felt disappointment surge through her. It pained her to stand staring at the snow white ground that had no movement. Then why was I staring at it? I asked myself, my mind spinning. Why was I bothering to look at the boring ground? when there was a street full of dull sunlight? I smile sly to myself, the smile turned a bit goofy as I made my way down the street. Bur I didn’t get far. Boy today wasn’t my day. My head was aching, and what had once amused me… now caused a migraine. I try t blink it off, as I stagger down the street. My cold feet slip and slide over the frosted ground. I growl in frustration. From a couple of minutes ago from being happy and content, to now being frustrated and annoyed. I hated life. I wanted to go home, lie in my own yack. But I had to find home first.

I stepped out onto the main road, one step to far, I realise as I feel my feet slip from underneath me. I moan in surprise as my face hits the ground. it was a cold surprise, one that didn’t help my temper, it was flaring. I lay on the sinister floor, thrashing like a 4 year old, as the chill spreads through me. After a moment I lay very still. I had had enough. I knew the alcohol was wearing off and the hangover was taking place. I wanted nothing better than to die. Die here on the ground. just here, suffocate, maybe, maybe if a shove my face deep enough in the ground… but then I dropped the thought, replacing it with a slightly more positive thought. I could just never, never drink again? I suggested to myself, If I do, then I could kill myself? I added. But I knew that that would be false hope… I had had that idea a lot of times I had gotten wasted… but I had never followed through…

Then blackness filled my gaze, and I knew my body just froze that I had passed out.

I felt hands grab me. My first reaction was to lash out at the freak that was trying to abducted me, but my body felt dead. It ached. All over, from my head to my toes I wanted to die, never live again, and the sunlight, it was excruciating! I wanted to recoiled away from it, hide in a dark corner, where the sun would be seeking, but not finding. The hands that had me were strong, but not man like, so I was a little surprised at first, but then I thought about it, there was probably many lesbians out here. I mean I was bi myself. But I still didn’t want to abducted by this, by this monster.

“Get off me you little fucker!” I screech at the woman who has me, but then my hands soared to my ears! The sound of my voice buzzed through my head, creating a painful buzz. I screeched in pain.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color][/size]