it's a souvenir :: oneshot

[ghosty]

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[presto] [/presto]

Abel MacLaren crossing your heart and hoping I settle down for the night, but I know that I won't be sleeping a single wink. Not even shutting my eyes brings sleepiness to my thoughts; shutting them only causes my thoughts to rush around faster and faster until they become an unintelligible jumble inside my mind. Nothing makes sense anymore, all of the events of the past week could be merely a dream, for all I know. That this is all a nightmare, started the night before the reaping, and I just never woke up since. That I'm just being over exaggerated inside my own head. That's possible, but unlikely. It's more like I wish it was merely a dream, like everyone else here, except maybe the careers. If they train for this their entire lives, they sure as hell should want to be here. I think they're just stupid, eagerness that merely causes them to be a danger to themselves. Overconfidence does that, and being too cocky leaves weaknesses. I can't lie down, and pretend that I'm trying to sleep. I'd only be fooling myself anyway. So I get up, and walk towards the clock tower, away from all the people I found myself with. Away from them, so I don't interrupt them, while they have a peaceful slumber. But I get curious, and walk around the tower, taking in everything I can, knowing everything I can about the outside. Becoming acquainted to the home that we chose for the night, that the train chose for us. Dumped us, almost. And, during my endeavours, I find the door. Ornately designed, golden hinges and patterns contrasting the gnarled wood of the actual door. And ignoring my mind screaming at me, and knowing that Sam will be screaming louder still at a screen, I push open the door. And the steps to the top curl around me, up and up and up, until they are almost a tiny speck at the top. And I start to climb, still marveled at the beauty of it. If it wasn't in somewhere that someone could kill me at any moment, I would stop climbing, and take in every single detail, wanting to record it for all eternity. Tell Sam about, and tell him that I wish he were they to see it. But I don't want him to see this, cos that would put him in danger again, and I couldn't live with myself knowing that. I just couldn't. And finally, the floor seemed like a tiny speck below me, for I was at the top of the tower, and higher than everyone else in the arena. Maybe this was how being President felt. It sure feels like it, being higher, taller than everyone else. More powerful. I wish nothing could ever break this, but I severely doubt that will listen to me. And I hear a faint ding ding ding sound, emanating from one of the sides of the tower, not from the massive bell inside, but somewhere else. And a parachute appeared, holding a box. And the second that the box lands, I run over towards it, and rip it open. And the first thing I see? Armour. Just like Sam promised me, many days ago now. The day where I learnt of my fate. Without even looking up, I call out. "Thank ya Sam! Ya promised, an' here the amour is." But the armour being removed left a plethora of other items. And so many that Sam couldn't afford everything here, he wasn't that rich, cos he gave almost everything back to Momma and I to keep us livin' like we were. And I'm hoping that Sam found Momma now, cos I hated not saying bye to her. She's only going to see her son turn into a monster, without even a sorry from me. All because she weren't at home, on the day of the reaping, And then, the bell rang, ringing out the anthem of the Capitol. It was deafening, louder than almost anything than I've heard. I didn't see who the faces were, just the music was so loud, it was ringing for minutes after the actual song finished. But finally, my mind stops screaming, and sleep finally accepts me into their ranks. But not before the armour sent from Sam, an' his hat were attached firmly onto me. I never want to leave him anymore. And that hat, well, it's a souvenir that I'll never forget.

[abel picks up firewood x2, and gives it to tybalt and gabrielle]