mistaken identity }} Odessa x Crescent }} rave
Apr 26, 2014 22:06:20 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 26, 2014 22:06:20 GMT -5
ODESSAMAZUR
I had seen him today, my brother, and just like always he smiled at me and told me that he was alright. And just like always I didn't believe him. After all; how could I? He was cooped up in a hospital, day in and day out, one of his legs he will never be able to use and it was all because of them. If I hadn't of gotten him out when I did, would we both be alive? Would I still be able to smile at him with a smile that was real, that was genuine. For so long I have had to hide behind my mask, my fake smile and happiness because I didn't want people so see the real me. I wanted people to see a girl who was happy with who she was, a girl who could smile without a second thought a girl who people wanted to be around… But what if they really knew? What if people really saw the real me? The one who hire behind that smile so she didn't have to hurt, the one that cursed her pain into some sort of artificial happiness. Would they still want to be around that girl? Or would the curse her for being a fake not really understanding the meaning behind why she did the things she did.
No. No they wouldn't understand. I conclude as I take the first left which would lead me to the street that would lead me to the place that I called home. Home. Wasn't a persons home the place where they had family waiting for them? The place where they could feel safe and at pace? Wasn't the place someone called home warm and welcoming, a place that you could smile about… If that was what you defined as a home then my place was just a house, a house where I could find shelter, a house that hide me from the eyes of the people who searched for me. It was no home. I didn't have a home.
Sighing I take a moment to look up into the night sky. Stars seemed to wink back at me, smiling with cheesy grins and despite how I was feeling a managed a small smile- a real smile. The sky was something that I could appreciate, it was something that was the same all over the world, all over panem- maybe it was the only thing that we all had in common- he sky. I stare up at the twinkling stars for a moment longer, my body relaxing slightly, the stars calming the frustration that had begun to build up inside of me. I didn't need a home, not really. I only needed my brother- and Lachlan even. Lachlan. I wandered what he was doing- it had been a few days since the incident and since then I hadn't built up the courage to go see i’m- Did he think I was avoiding him? or had he forgotten about me?
I didn't know the answer- and to be honest I wasn't quite sure that I wanted to know. Sighing I push the thoughts of him to the back of my mind, my eyes once again focusing on the path ahead of me.
Halfway down the path I spot the alleyway that would lend me a hand in returning to my house quicker. Usually I tend to avoid it- especially in the dark- but tonight I though fuck it. I take a quick peak behind me before dashing into the darkened space, my pale skin glowing ever so slightly in the endless darkness. Hugging myself tightly I quicken my pace, desperate to get down this path as quickly as I can.
I don’t even make it a few step before my foot collides with something along the edge to my right. I give a small squeal of surprise and leap back words- like a cat who had just been spooked out of it fur. Narrowing my eyes I look down, I didn't know what I was looking for- or what to expect. But what I do see only freaks me out even more. Below me was the still figure of a guys. His eyes were closed and he was really pale- Was he dead? My heat skips a be a as I look down on the guys. Oh my god, what if he was sad? what if my foot had just collided with the face of a dead guys? Would people thing I was the murderer? wait was I the murderer? could y simple flick and kick be the thing that had taken away his life?
Question after question races through my mind making me feel slightly dizzy.
Odessa pull yourself together. I tell myself trying to sort out the flurry of questions. First things first: I had to move the body. If it was here someone could have seen me turn down this street and I would be liable. Hesitantly I walk down the dark alley way until I had reached this feet where I leaned down and picked up his feet, my whole body tense and ready to drag the body away to where I could hide it from the view of the peacekeepers. “oh boy, I have a dead boy in my hands and now I am trying to hide the boy. Oh boy what is happening.”