in the d a r k n e s s {eva hope oneshot}
Nov 29, 2015 8:42:01 GMT -5
Post by pup on Nov 29, 2015 8:42:01 GMT -5
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Eva Hope
My high pitched scream pierces the night. My hold body jolts awake as if I had been shocked with an electrical current. The nightmare this time was of me and my sisters, happy, joyful even. Then the scenery changed from one of the few good days in district eight to a spinning clock where we where we were chased by a huge cornicopia, and then Lily fell into one of the cogs and was ground up into a bloody mess. I remember screaming in my head, "No! Lily!" I remember weeping all over again, experiencing what I had felt a year before.
The scenery had then changed, shifting and melting until a pleasant smell hit my nose, like salt and water combined with air. Is this what they called a sea breeze? It was relaxing until a huge creature rose from the depths of the ocean and stung my sister Paige in the back with a venomous tail, before swallowing her whole. That was when I woke up, crying and shivering. My little sister was gone. It had only been a week now, a week since my sister died. A week since my heart fell apart all over again.
There were only nine tributes left in that stupid arena. I could here the TV on downstairs, my dad and mom at the screen with most likely dried eyes so that when I woke up I would not see the depression that should be apparent on their faces. It was mandatory viewing for everyone, but screw the Capitol. I stayed up here in my room ever since my sister was speared in the neck, and I have been counting the deaths, not caring who was who and not knowing as I can't see the screen from up here thankfully. I hear a canon sound, make that eight alive. I wonder who that was. Tyler Westbrooke? Heather Tenly? Saxton Hale? Saxton. The name is like venom to my head. I cringe from the pain of remember the face that was the last my sister ever saw.
Thoughts of death filled my head. If Saxton Hale made it out alive I swear that I would be the one to kill her. To stab her in the throat and see how she liked it. I instantly shook my head clear of those thoughts. What was happening to me? Why was I letting the capitol do this to me? To let them make me turn against everyone else. I feel awful for what I had just been thinking. I feel awful for imagining me dangling Saxton Hale of a pit of boiling oil and slowly dipping her in. I feel awful for imagining slowly stabbing Saxton Hale in the neck over and over until the pain consumed her and she choked on her own blood.
The face of Paige fills my vision. She would not want me to do that. My little Paige Hope. I place my head in my hands and I start to weep and to wilt just like my two beautiful flowers that came into my life years and years ago.
Eva HopeMy high pitched scream pierces the night. My hold body jolts awake as if I had been shocked with an electrical current. The nightmare this time was of me and my sisters, happy, joyful even. Then the scenery changed from one of the few good days in district eight to a spinning clock where we where we were chased by a huge cornicopia, and then Lily fell into one of the cogs and was ground up into a bloody mess. I remember screaming in my head, "No! Lily!" I remember weeping all over again, experiencing what I had felt a year before.The scenery had then changed, shifting and melting until a pleasant smell hit my nose, like salt and water combined with air. Is this what they called a sea breeze? It was relaxing until a huge creature rose from the depths of the ocean and stung my sister Paige in the back with a venomous tail, before swallowing her whole. That was when I woke up, crying and shivering. My little sister was gone. It had only been a week now, a week since my sister died. A week since my heart fell apart all over again.
There were only nine tributes left in that stupid arena. I could here the TV on downstairs, my dad and mom at the screen with most likely dried eyes so that when I woke up I would not see the depression that should be apparent on their faces. It was mandatory viewing for everyone, but screw the Capitol. I stayed up here in my room ever since my sister was speared in the neck, and I have been counting the deaths, not caring who was who and not knowing as I can't see the screen from up here thankfully. I hear a canon sound, make that eight alive. I wonder who that was. Tyler Westbrooke? Heather Tenly? Saxton Hale? Saxton. The name is like venom to my head. I cringe from the pain of remember the face that was the last my sister ever saw.
Thoughts of death filled my head. If Saxton Hale made it out alive I swear that I would be the one to kill her. To stab her in the throat and see how she liked it. I instantly shook my head clear of those thoughts. What was happening to me? Why was I letting the capitol do this to me? To let them make me turn against everyone else. I feel awful for what I had just been thinking. I feel awful for imagining me dangling Saxton Hale of a pit of boiling oil and slowly dipping her in. I feel awful for imagining slowly stabbing Saxton Hale in the neck over and over until the pain consumed her and she choked on her own blood.
The face of Paige fills my vision. She would not want me to do that. My little Paige Hope. I place my head in my hands and I start to weep and to wilt just like my two beautiful flowers that came into my life years and years ago.
