you got a friend in me | semper
Feb 4, 2015 13:07:54 GMT -5
Post by Knuckles on Feb 4, 2015 13:07:54 GMT -5
Darius Faux
A winter chill fills the air, and nothing in the world changes anything. Snow covers the ground, and tiny droplets of frozen water fall from the sky coating the already white grass with a thin layer of ice. And to think, I'm still expected to work, but it is what it is. The twins stare out the window longing for the chance to play, to be a child, but I can't allow it. My uncle never once allowed me the chance to play outside. Each time my voice broke through, he punished me in some sick twisted way. Every time my eyes land on them, it makes me curious, and I can feel the monster he created rising up inside my chest threatening to consume my body. It takes all my strength to push the monster away. They're just kids. I tell myself over and over. I was a kid, and it didn't matter. The way he treated me was uncalled for and wrong. Breaking free from his chains was the best day of my life. Hearing him scream as I tortured him the same way he tortured me brought a satisfying ring to my ears. And I look at the twins thinking of the life they could have if they were away from me. If they didn't have to deal with my mistakes.
They don't deserve me. I could snap at any moment. I could end their lives the way he ended mine. My childhood was wiped away because of the pain, the agony. The scars aren't just the average scars seen from an accident in the fields. These cut much deeper. Mending a broken heart, mending a piece of my own brain. He broke it. Snapped every thread, and it's taken so many months to throw my life back together. Watching sweet Yasmin and Liam grow up has been a huge part of my life. Knowing someone cares, someone needs me. I'm wanted. Not just another cornstalk wilting over. Yet as I look around, I can't give them what they need. Food is hard to come by - I give them every bit I have. My stomach sinks in, and my ribs are noticeable, and there's this never ending rumble forming from the pits of my stomach begging for something. They deserve so much better.
And all I can think about is Dev and his son wondering through the woods forbidden by the Capitol. The risk he faces every single day. The risk of being caught again. Of losing his son. They deserve so much more than that. Everyone does, and I know what could happen if I offered him a place to stay. A shelter. Knowingly safe harboring a fugitive of the Capitol is a heinous crime. One I could be executed for, but it's worth the risk for a man who's risked so much of his life for his son. Imagining what it's like moving around constantly is beyond my dreams. In a way, I'm lucky. I have a roof over my head. I have shelter. A place to live. A safe haven. The twins have a bed. It's not much, but it's something, and maybe he needs that safe place. Somewhere to go when he needs a roof. Something to help him out. He's found me many times, and we've worked together, and now it's my turn, and he can finally meet Liam and Yasmin.
All I've ever wanted is for him to see them. The kid needs a friend. They need someone other than each other, and it's the perfect opportunity for this to happen. So I asked him to meet me here in eleven. I know the risk of it. I know how strict the rules are here, but for once pushing them aside is the right thing. Helping out another in need. A saving grace I never had growing up. I turn towards the twins with a smile on my face. "Hey, I need you to follow me today. I need you all to stay right beside me. You can't move from my site." Normally I wouldn't take them. Reyes usually takes care of them whenever I'm away, but today is different. I need them by my side. "We're going somewhere. Don't worry, though." Moving away, I head towards the tiny bedroom of the house. It's more of a shack than anything, but it's all I have. Removing a couple large jackets from the shelf, I wrap both of them up in it.
With every step I take, the ground crunches. Occasionally, my feet slide around almost sending me toppling over, and the twins laugh. Innocence coats them protecting them from the harsh reality of the world. I scan the area making sure nobody's following me. It's not the citizens I'm worried about because mostly I leave them alone, and they leave me alone - it's the peacekeepers. Seeing an eighteen year old with two toddlers heading towards the fence can raise quite a bit of suspicion. It's only when the fence is in site, I take a deep breathe smiling as it crystallizes before my eyes. Now my only hope is he showed. Is he found a way in because this is where I told him to meet.
And now I wait.
They don't deserve me. I could snap at any moment. I could end their lives the way he ended mine. My childhood was wiped away because of the pain, the agony. The scars aren't just the average scars seen from an accident in the fields. These cut much deeper. Mending a broken heart, mending a piece of my own brain. He broke it. Snapped every thread, and it's taken so many months to throw my life back together. Watching sweet Yasmin and Liam grow up has been a huge part of my life. Knowing someone cares, someone needs me. I'm wanted. Not just another cornstalk wilting over. Yet as I look around, I can't give them what they need. Food is hard to come by - I give them every bit I have. My stomach sinks in, and my ribs are noticeable, and there's this never ending rumble forming from the pits of my stomach begging for something. They deserve so much better.
And all I can think about is Dev and his son wondering through the woods forbidden by the Capitol. The risk he faces every single day. The risk of being caught again. Of losing his son. They deserve so much more than that. Everyone does, and I know what could happen if I offered him a place to stay. A shelter. Knowingly safe harboring a fugitive of the Capitol is a heinous crime. One I could be executed for, but it's worth the risk for a man who's risked so much of his life for his son. Imagining what it's like moving around constantly is beyond my dreams. In a way, I'm lucky. I have a roof over my head. I have shelter. A place to live. A safe haven. The twins have a bed. It's not much, but it's something, and maybe he needs that safe place. Somewhere to go when he needs a roof. Something to help him out. He's found me many times, and we've worked together, and now it's my turn, and he can finally meet Liam and Yasmin.
All I've ever wanted is for him to see them. The kid needs a friend. They need someone other than each other, and it's the perfect opportunity for this to happen. So I asked him to meet me here in eleven. I know the risk of it. I know how strict the rules are here, but for once pushing them aside is the right thing. Helping out another in need. A saving grace I never had growing up. I turn towards the twins with a smile on my face. "Hey, I need you to follow me today. I need you all to stay right beside me. You can't move from my site." Normally I wouldn't take them. Reyes usually takes care of them whenever I'm away, but today is different. I need them by my side. "We're going somewhere. Don't worry, though." Moving away, I head towards the tiny bedroom of the house. It's more of a shack than anything, but it's all I have. Removing a couple large jackets from the shelf, I wrap both of them up in it.
With every step I take, the ground crunches. Occasionally, my feet slide around almost sending me toppling over, and the twins laugh. Innocence coats them protecting them from the harsh reality of the world. I scan the area making sure nobody's following me. It's not the citizens I'm worried about because mostly I leave them alone, and they leave me alone - it's the peacekeepers. Seeing an eighteen year old with two toddlers heading towards the fence can raise quite a bit of suspicion. It's only when the fence is in site, I take a deep breathe smiling as it crystallizes before my eyes. Now my only hope is he showed. Is he found a way in because this is where I told him to meet.
And now I wait.
