Leaving You to Never Mend {kendall}

[JessicaLouWho]

313 words
little sparrow, little sparrow...
precious, fragile, little thing

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She was bored. She had just finished her latest book, and it had left her with a bad taste in her mouth. Sometimes they did that. Instead of letting her escape into a world where she could be one of the bad ass heroines that did as they pleased, it only reminded her that she never would be one of those. Sparrow was restless, and her feet took her where they wanted, without her using her brain for once. It was nice, the physical action instead of just thinking. God, sometimes she got so tired of thinking.

Apparently she really wasn't thinking, though, because when she looked up she realized exactly where she was. Outside the training center. Immediately her heart rate increased, and her breath caught in her throat. If her mother saw her even this close, she'd not be allowed out of the house for at least a few weeks. The thought of being trapped made her sick, but the urge to actually enter for once drove her on. The petite girl, the one with the crooked legs and slightly blue sclera, made her way towards the door and pushed it open.

The bustle inside took her breath away. It was beautiful. The smell of sweat wasn't even a deterrent. She wanted so, so badly to be a part of this.

And then someone bumped her, and she went down. This had been a bad idea, a stupid idea, and her mother and doctor would find out and she'd be in so much trouble...She blinked in surprise as she did a quick once over and realized that she was absolutely fine. "Huh." She whispered softly to herself, getting a rush of adrenaline and standing back up.

A commotion nearby caught her attention, and she made her way carefully over. It looked like someone was hurt...And she knew quite a bit about being hurt, after all.

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[JessicaLouWho]

kendall

[kendall]

the art of war

just an innocent kid skipping stones - i'm a soldier

Corrupt. 

cor·rupt

kəˈrəpt/Submit

adjective

1.

having or showing a willingness to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain.

The word flashed through his head 80 times a minute. Endless nights just rereading the same word in the dictionary seemed to corrupt him. It's all he seems to think about. His teachers at school told him the world before this was corrupt to the core. It was full of people who would do anything for money or power. Powerful and elders of the country were said to have secret affairs and be dishonorable in order to gain something they thought they needed. And they say it is better now. Excuse my language but - Fuck that. There is nothing more untrue I have ever heard in my life. Our whole society is circling around that word. Everyone I know who is powerful has cheated their way there. I know my family has. The Hunger Games is a time where children my age are willing to kill for power and glory. Everyone would kill for power and glory, we are bred to. 

cor·rupt

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verb

verb: corrupt; 3rd person present: corrupts; past tense: corrupted; past participle: corrupted; gerund or present participle: corrupting

1. cause to become morally depraved.

"he has corrupted the boy"

What seems to bother me even more is the fact we are brainwashed to do exactly what we are told. I was told to take a knife and plunge it into the exact location in order to kill someone. Even though I knew it was wrong, the voices told me it was right and soon I believed them. Everyone believed them. We were told that it was ok to learn 204 ways to kill someone with a knife. I was corrupted into believing I was doing my family honor. Honor in killing. What honor do you get out of killing someone? As I punch the walls of my room at night, trying to figure it out, I become even more corrupt. I can't stop hitting. "He's down Fame! - Stop hitting him! - Fame you are going to kill him!" But I am doing my family proud, right? 

My knuckles are red with blood. 

Blood of my enemy or my own? 

I am doing my family proud. 

"Fame! Please stop hurting him!" 

Yet there is a little voice inside my head that tells me to swing again. And I listen. I swing again. Again. I even swing when people pull me back. 

Corrupt. 

I watch as a boy about two years older them me crawls away and is helped up from the ground by two others. Anger pulses through my veins. "Don't ever touch her again or you are dead! Don't even look at her!" I scream as the small crowed follows the boy. My sister yells at me for being to angry but I am not listening. Her voice is being drown out by my mind asking myself why I went that far. Looking up at her with a tear running down my face I scream. "Leave me alone! I don't need your god damn lecture right now." And just like that she storms off. I cry out and punch the bench I am sitting on as hard as I can. A horrible pain stoats through my finger and knuckle. 

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[JessicaLouWho]

218 words
little sparrow, little sparrow...
precious, fragile, little thing

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Fear is a powerful thing. The burst of adrenaline could make you feel like you could do anything. Which probably explained why Sparrow had even gone over towards the commotion. Then again, it appeared it was a day of bad choices, considering she was even in the training center. She could almost hear her mother screeching disapproval at her. The fact she had fallen didn't make it any better, but she almost felt invincible.

And that was dangerous, because she most certainly was not invincible. Not even a little bit. Especially not against what this one boy had done to the other one. She had seen such cruelty, of course, because she had watched the games. But to see it in person, mere feet from her...

Sparrow's eyes widened as she found herself mostly alone with the apparently very angry boy. Everyone had gone off with the more injured one, and the angry boy's harsh words had chased away the girl who had remained. And then he punched the bench, causing little Sparrow to flinch back, almost stumbling again, this time over her own clumsy feet. But he looked like he was in pain, and she did

Approaching, she cleared her throat a little. "Hi, uhm, your hand...It looks painful. I mean, that sounded like it hurt. Are you alright?"

ooc; it's totally fine! Sorry for the lame post. blah. </3

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