goodbye to a world {karmichael twins}

[rook]

Jano Karmichael

Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon
Though its the end of the world, don't blame yourself now
And if its true, I will surround you and give life to a world
Thats our own

I push the glasses further up my nose, simultaniously leaning back to futher the gap between my eyes and the parchment. I vary the distance until I get a better focus. I used to have good eyes - Young eyes. Naive eyes. I was surrounded by a world that could be ignored, a world that I didn't need to look at. I never really focused on that world. Worlds - What strange things they are. How we can dance from one to the next without ever knowing how much things have changed. Don't blame yourself. You're only human.

It's late. My eyes sting and grow heavy. Each blink is like a countdown to unconsciousness. I lazily try to fight it back with deep sighs of concentration and light slaps to the face. Staying up late has become a bad habit. I used to value sleep so much, and I still do in many ways, it's just that I value the hours I am awake so much more. How can I find the truth when I am in a dreamland? I suppose there is the only place I can see Ellise again, but fantasies and wonderlands are pointless and always leave us disappointed when we return to reality. No time for pointless dreamers.

I raise the cigarette to my mouth for the hundredth time, sucking it dry. The stale smoke hangs in my lungs and fills me with a calmness that I have become all-too addicted to. I hide in my haze and my notes, flicking through official Capitol documents and Justice Building records, all of which are highly confidential and should absolutely not be in my hands. Of course Castor and I have our ways of getting what we want. We have grown skilled in the art of stealth and hiding - How else would we have survived this long?

The tip of my cigarette glows faint yellow against midnight's heavy veil. The only other light in our little treehouse is a lamp that sways above my head in the feint woodland breeze. If I listen carefully, I can hear owls calling, bats fighting and foxes wooping. The forest is so alive at night if you're there to hear it all. Sometimes I think I never want to leave the forest. I've lived here with Castor for nearly a year now, and I have fallen in love with the woods. A living, breathing city of bark and leaf. No Peacekeepers, no Capitol, only the laws of nature and survival. Here there are no rules, just freedom. If only the world was like the forest.

I stare at the words on the page again, whilst taking another drag of my cigarette. As the smoke turns my lungs to stone, I try to piece together the document, which claims that Castor murdered the Peacekeeper Matthew Raynes, and was assisted by me. Fat load of bullshit that is - I pulled Castor away from him. Like we planned it. Tch. I read into the smallprint, squinting as the parchment turns darker and darker. I yawn for several seconds, my eyes watering. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a second.

Thank you, I'll say goo-- b-- soon
Though its the end-- th- world, don't blame yourself now
And if its true, I will surroun--