[Day 1] Wrestling: Round 1
Aug 21, 2014 17:24:40 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Aug 21, 2014 17:24:40 GMT -5
Distance has become the strangest kind of fiction. For all the things I've left in the past, another mile stretches out behind me, blurring and singing and wheeling out from my fingertips like spilt marrow turned into fairytale breadcrumbs... as if someday I might want to find my way back to the people and places that I've abandoned, secretly desperate from denial that everyone I've ever left walked away from me first.
District Four doesn't feel so far. Home is furthest from me when I'm there, never feeling like it's truly mine until I'm gone, so being away is more like being closer. That, and I'm obviously some kind of lunatic, perpetually distrustful of the quiet kind of happiness that my life has settled into. Somewhere along the line I stopped being terrified that my resurrected brother would evaporate into thin air and I started working as a coach at the Training Center on the wrong side of the District One tracks and I don't know. I became normal I guess. Almost human, maybe.
Or just a lying liar who lies to herself and everyone and everything, forever and ever and ever and —
I laughed in the face of the man who told me he wanted me to enter the Olympics, looking at me as if I were still worthy of having hope bestowed upon me. Yet here I am, handing off the infamous butterfly knife of Elspeth Moreno's that I still wear like a prize around my neck and grinning as he tries to tuck a final word of encouragement into my ear before I walk onto the mat. Wrestling, he had said, and running. These were the two things he had told me he believed I could do better than maybe anyone else in Panem.
Damn straight I know how to fight bitches and run away.
My opponent is a giant and her size is the only thing that keeps me from rolling my eyes and complaining loudly that I wasn't paired with the biggest, baddest brute here right off the bat. There's an undeniable itch within my bones to prove myself, because I might almost look sweet to this audience of ignorant strangers. Grinning so the world can see the gap between my crooked teeth and the merciless glint that still haunts my eyes, I fling myself at her — streetrat royalty with a reputation to uphold. Everything else about me might have changed, but never that. This particular piece of truth is the part of me that refuses to ever be left behind.
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