hold back the river // zori
Apr 21, 2015 17:32:18 GMT -5
Post by cici on Apr 21, 2015 17:32:18 GMT -5
“A dark world aches for a splash of the sun"
freya hanig
The first time I lost Rum Tum was at the edge of District Three. I was slipping through the tear in the fence with a backpack full of food weighing down my shoulders as I retraced my steps back to the spot where I had left him. When I didn't find him there, I called his name. I called his name sixteen times just like the sixteen years that we had lived apart from one another in different worlds living different lives. And when I called his name a seventeenth time, an eighteenth time, even a nineteenth time: that must have been when the universe decided to add on a year of separation for every desperate cry.
I remember standing there, nineteen repetitions lingering on my tired lips, and the world was silent. Maybe there had been chirping birds or the rustle of a bush. Maybe you could hear the running water of a nearby stream. Still, the world was so utterly silent. And I never wanted to know that silence again: that silence that followed me like a shadow through the woods, to the ocean shore, to the Capitol, into my bedroom.
It's back. Even though the windows are open to let in some of the noise from the street below, silence has still managed to seep in through the crack beneath the door. I'm in an apartment that belongs to Rum Tum's master, and I'm alone. Only minutes ago, he stood next to me as I crawled beneath the sheets of a stranger's bed, and I imagined falling asleep in his arms. I imagined opening my eyes in the morning with the rays of sunshine falling softly across his face. But he said he had to go; he said he was sorry, he couldn't let Olivia know that he was gone. He promised that once she went home and went to sleep, he would come back, and when he asked if I would be okay, I nodded. I nodded, because I wanted to be strong, independent, okay. Still, once he left and let go of my hand, I couldn't help but remember what he told me only recently: "I'm never going to leave you again, as long as I live."
After several failed attempts to fall asleep, I stand up and move to the bathroom, my hand resting on the lightswitch as it flickers on to reveal my face in the mirror. Not wanting to smudge Olivia's pillow with my own makeup, I fish through drawers until I find a roll of paper towels and rip off a piece. I run it under the water before bringing it up to my eyelid and wiping away the layers of eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, all of it. I can't help but wonder if this is the last time I'll wear makeup on my face. I wonder if it's the last time I'll see myself at all. It makes me feel like I'm washing off more than just some black eyeliner, because with all of this, all of this talk of leaving, I'm wiping away some of my identity too. The makeup doesn't come off very easily, but I suppose that's how is it with most things.
I take one more look at myself in the mirror before turning off the light and returning to Olivia's bed. I pull the covers over my head and close my eyes to block out the frightening darkness, because the silence is lethal. I feel it seeping into my ears, infecting my body, overpowering my immune system. I had changed out of my gown before getting in bed the first time, but the only sleepwear I could find in Olivia's dresser to borrow was a silk nightgown several sizes too big, and as I roll from side to side in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, I feel like I'm being strangled: by the silk, by the silence, and by all the loneliness I had ever collected from the seashells on the shore and the leaves on the trees.
I hear a creak on the other side of the room, and I pull the covers closer to my face. It must be something touched by the wind of the open window, but what if it isn't? What if there's someone, something there? What if Rum Tum never comes back? What if he gets trapped by his responsibilities to Olivia? What if someone catches me here? What if I'm left here forever? Rum Tum said I was safe, but I don't feel safe. Maybe it's different for him. Was this how he felt every time he was put in a new strange place in a new strange bed, or is he just stronger than me? He's survived years alone in the woods, but I don't think I could spend another day alone out there, or anywhere for that matter.
"I'm never going to leave you again, as long as I live." I replay the memory over and over again in my head and sink into the sheets, wishing that words were enough. I wonder if my parents are as afraid as I am right now; I could go home if want to, but I don't know that I could find my way from here. If this is what the rest of my life looks like: these drawn out periods of loneliness, waiting, and fear...I don't know if I can handle that. I don't know that I can live knowing that they could find us in the woods with one of their hovercrafts at any moment and that we could be stripped apart again.
"I'm never going to leave you again, as long as I live." I must be acting like a child, so dependent on Rum Tum's promises. But even in the deafening silence, I keep hearing that phrase over and over in my head for what seems like hours. In all that time, I lie there, awake, until I hear a door open in the other room and see a light flicker on in the crack beneath the door. It's still dark out. It must be an early hour of the morning. A wave of excitement passes through me, and I leap up from the bed, relieved that Rum Tum has returned. However, as I near the door, I hear the sound of heels and realize that this is not Rum Tum. The excitement is immediately replaced my panic as I scurry to make the bed that I had just gotten out of. I look around the room and then dart toward the closet, closing the door and quickly curling up into a corner. I wrap my arms around my legs and put my face in my knees as if it will make me more invisible. Then I remember that I left my gown and my mask lying on Olivia's dresser, and the panic increases. I hear the door of her room open, and I bite my lip.
I remember standing there, nineteen repetitions lingering on my tired lips, and the world was silent. Maybe there had been chirping birds or the rustle of a bush. Maybe you could hear the running water of a nearby stream. Still, the world was so utterly silent. And I never wanted to know that silence again: that silence that followed me like a shadow through the woods, to the ocean shore, to the Capitol, into my bedroom.
It's back. Even though the windows are open to let in some of the noise from the street below, silence has still managed to seep in through the crack beneath the door. I'm in an apartment that belongs to Rum Tum's master, and I'm alone. Only minutes ago, he stood next to me as I crawled beneath the sheets of a stranger's bed, and I imagined falling asleep in his arms. I imagined opening my eyes in the morning with the rays of sunshine falling softly across his face. But he said he had to go; he said he was sorry, he couldn't let Olivia know that he was gone. He promised that once she went home and went to sleep, he would come back, and when he asked if I would be okay, I nodded. I nodded, because I wanted to be strong, independent, okay. Still, once he left and let go of my hand, I couldn't help but remember what he told me only recently: "I'm never going to leave you again, as long as I live."
After several failed attempts to fall asleep, I stand up and move to the bathroom, my hand resting on the lightswitch as it flickers on to reveal my face in the mirror. Not wanting to smudge Olivia's pillow with my own makeup, I fish through drawers until I find a roll of paper towels and rip off a piece. I run it under the water before bringing it up to my eyelid and wiping away the layers of eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, all of it. I can't help but wonder if this is the last time I'll wear makeup on my face. I wonder if it's the last time I'll see myself at all. It makes me feel like I'm washing off more than just some black eyeliner, because with all of this, all of this talk of leaving, I'm wiping away some of my identity too. The makeup doesn't come off very easily, but I suppose that's how is it with most things.
I take one more look at myself in the mirror before turning off the light and returning to Olivia's bed. I pull the covers over my head and close my eyes to block out the frightening darkness, because the silence is lethal. I feel it seeping into my ears, infecting my body, overpowering my immune system. I had changed out of my gown before getting in bed the first time, but the only sleepwear I could find in Olivia's dresser to borrow was a silk nightgown several sizes too big, and as I roll from side to side in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, I feel like I'm being strangled: by the silk, by the silence, and by all the loneliness I had ever collected from the seashells on the shore and the leaves on the trees.
I hear a creak on the other side of the room, and I pull the covers closer to my face. It must be something touched by the wind of the open window, but what if it isn't? What if there's someone, something there? What if Rum Tum never comes back? What if he gets trapped by his responsibilities to Olivia? What if someone catches me here? What if I'm left here forever? Rum Tum said I was safe, but I don't feel safe. Maybe it's different for him. Was this how he felt every time he was put in a new strange place in a new strange bed, or is he just stronger than me? He's survived years alone in the woods, but I don't think I could spend another day alone out there, or anywhere for that matter.
"I'm never going to leave you again, as long as I live." I replay the memory over and over again in my head and sink into the sheets, wishing that words were enough. I wonder if my parents are as afraid as I am right now; I could go home if want to, but I don't know that I could find my way from here. If this is what the rest of my life looks like: these drawn out periods of loneliness, waiting, and fear...I don't know if I can handle that. I don't know that I can live knowing that they could find us in the woods with one of their hovercrafts at any moment and that we could be stripped apart again.
"I'm never going to leave you again, as long as I live." I must be acting like a child, so dependent on Rum Tum's promises. But even in the deafening silence, I keep hearing that phrase over and over in my head for what seems like hours. In all that time, I lie there, awake, until I hear a door open in the other room and see a light flicker on in the crack beneath the door. It's still dark out. It must be an early hour of the morning. A wave of excitement passes through me, and I leap up from the bed, relieved that Rum Tum has returned. However, as I near the door, I hear the sound of heels and realize that this is not Rum Tum. The excitement is immediately replaced my panic as I scurry to make the bed that I had just gotten out of. I look around the room and then dart toward the closet, closing the door and quickly curling up into a corner. I wrap my arms around my legs and put my face in my knees as if it will make me more invisible. Then I remember that I left my gown and my mask lying on Olivia's dresser, and the panic increases. I hear the door of her room open, and I bite my lip.