Hallowed grounds // Jay Family
Dec 20, 2013 13:44:31 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Dec 20, 2013 13:44:31 GMT -5
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It's hard to believe that the games are over and the girl from ten has been crowned victor. With her becoming victor meant Storm was sent home in a coffin. He was sent back to the district cold, pale, and dead. He'll never walk the earth again. He'll never read another story to anyone ever again. He'll never step foot in the Jay house again. His bed will remain empty for the rest of eternity. It was a very sad day when he came home. I couldn't look at anyone. I didn't want anyone to be near me because it would be a terrible day. I knew the day his name was called he'd return home, but I never really anticipated him returning home in a coffin like he has today. Everyone in the games returns home, but only one returns home alive. I hate that girl that won. She helped kill him. She help end his life. She broke him. She might as well have killed him. She's alive and he's not, and she attacked him. I want nothing to do with her. Tears fill my eyes threatening to fall down my face at any possible second, but I can't cry. Not today. I must be strong for the others.
Slowly, I walk through the tribute cemetery looking at all the graves where children my age and younger are resting. They may be resting peacefully, but life here is never peaceful without them. Nothing makes sense anymore. My heart has shattered like a mirror into a million pieces never to be mended back together again. We need time to grieve. We need the time to mourn, but the Capitol doesn't allow that to happen. They want us to remember the games. They want us to remember the pain that fills each and everyone of us. They want us to go on with life like nothing has every happened, but it's impossible. Nothing will ever be the same. A hole has been placed inside me never to be filled again. I don't understand how they think these games are fun. I don't know how families go through this pain every single year. I've witnessed my family die twice in the games. I've watched them fall by the hands of others their age, but nobody even cared. Not a single person that's alive cares about the pain that's inside us. They say they love us, but that's a lie too. They don't love us; they hate us, and today is the day I'll start hating them.
I don't care if anyone follows me. I don't care if anyone thinks I'm stupid for hating them because it doesn't matter, and I don't care. They took two of my cousins. They made them fight for their lives that was ended too soon. Jabber was only sixteen when he died, and Storm was only fourteen. They both had long lives ahead of them. They both deserved to live long and prosper, but the Capitol said differently. The Capitol wanted them dead. I want them to be here. I wish this was a nightmare I'd wake up from. I can see the weapons slicing them into bits and pieces. I run to stop it from happening, but I can't. They are invisible. My hand goes straight through them. I scream for them to run, but they never hear me. Nobody can hear me because I can't hear me. My knees buckle under the weight of my legs and I crash onto the ground as loud howls flow from my lips filling the air around me. Help me. Someone save me from the madness. I need the help. I'm sorry. Storm please save me. Come save me please.
My nails dig into the ground as I drag myself across the ground. Dirt pushes it's way into my eyes as tears stream down my face. He's right in front of me I just need to get to him. I try to call out his name, but attempts are in vain. Nobody can hear me. He's gone like everyone else is. He left this world before he was ready to, and I can't change it. I can't undo anything. I want him back. I want to go back to the justice center where I can say goodbye to him. I want to go back to the reaping and change everything that happened. I want to kill whoever thought of this stupid quell. The games are horrible, but these were much worse. I hate whoever is in charge. I want them to die just like Jabber and Storm, but it'll never happen. They can get away with it because they are in charge. They rule us. They provide for us, and I can't stop them. I wish they'd have to go through what we go through every single year. I wish they would have to witness the pain of losing someone far too soon, but they don't. They just send them back in coffins ready to be buried under the ground to rest forever.
That's when I see him dragging himself across the ground towards his friend, his ally that just fell in front of him. He's trying to get to her to die by her side. They were friends. They fought together in everything, and there he is as his dying wish to get to her. Tears flow down my face as I scream his name. I tell him to run to get out of there, but he doesn't. He stops beside her. I crawl after him trying to save him, but I can't. He's too far away. He's far away from me. I want him to see me. I want him to hear my cries for him to run, but he doesn't. He lays lifeless in front of me. Storm! Get up! Run! You can't do this! You can't die in front of me! Please! I need you Storm. I need you. Please run. My arms embrace the cold coffin that's holding my cousin. My muscles convulse rapidly as my entire body shakes uncontrollably. I place my face next to the coffin as I scream into the sky. I'm sorry Storm. I'm sorry I didn't say bye. I'm sorry Storm. Please help me. Please forgive me. Please Storm. I need you. I need you.Narration A9B39F
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Ooc: This is a funeral thread for Storm. Feel free to post. No posting order really cause there's a lot of Jays.
