In my dreams *open*
Jun 12, 2016 17:09:59 GMT -5
Post by Commander Lex on Jun 12, 2016 17:09:59 GMT -5
I always have this dream right around reaping time. I'm standing in a crowd of toddlers and infants. We're in front of the reaping stage, waiting for the names to be reaped. I'm always the only name in the bowl.
My father stands on the stage, digging through the bowl. His hand grasps a peice of paper and he pulls it out. He reads the names.
Dahlia road
In an instant, i'm on stage. The town is silent. As i look down from the stage, i realize. That there is no-one there. I'm all alone. All of my family has left, all of my friends. The only person there is my father, on stage. He's dressed as a capitolite, woth yellow sking and red eyes.
"Save them. You have to die to save them."
And i awaken. Except today. Today when i awoke from my nightmare, i was in the arena. I stood and a cave appeared around me. Claustrophobia gripped me. My breath was ragged. A figure materialized in front of me. It seemed to be... My brother.
"Mattie, what are you doing herem they told me... You shouldnt be here you jeed to go home"
He said nothing. I realized that Mattie was barely 7, not old enough for the games.
"Mattie why are you here?"
"Father sent me" He replied.
He lunged with a wittling knife and that was the last thing i saw.
When i awoke, pain had gripped my thigh. I had worn a nightgown and i looked at the scar on my leg. I had dug my nails into it in the night, making it bleed slightly. Someone knocked on my door.
"Come in" i said.
Mattie peered through the door.
"Are you okay?" His sweet voice said. It was rather higher than most boys his age, even higher than some girls.
"Yes sweety, why?"
"You were yelling"
"I was just a bad dream i said"
Out of all of my siblings, Mattie looked most like my father, but was the most different. He had rugged features and a soft voice. He was rarely angry and i had never heard him yell at anyone.
I held out my arm and he came to me. I pulled him onto the bed next to me.
"Why are you awake so early?" i asked.
"I'm scared of the reaping" he replied. Me too sweety.
"Don't worry, as long as im here I'll never let them take you."
"But you'll be too old to volunteer when i turn 12. Theres nothing else we can do"
"I promise that if you ever get drawn, I'll find a way to pretect you. Pinky promise. " i said and held out my pinky.
He gripped it and hugged me tight.
Later that day, I sat in a small clearing, right near the fence. I could here the loud hum of it. How would i ever keep that promise? How would i ever protect him? Not that it was likely to be drawn, because we never needed tesserae. Surely he would be protected.
I liked this spot. I knew, of course, that there were cameras everywhere, but with the tall fence that was always active, there were rarely peacekeepers. I didn't have to work today, so i just sat. Despite my dream, i was calm. Anger did not overwhelm me as usual. I just sat and picked at the calluses on my hands.
I heard in the distance the cutting of trees and the places that they processed some wood. I thought perhaps i would widdle somethings, but when i reached in my pocket, my knife was not there.
"Weird, i could have sworn i brought it"
I traced some of my steps but i couldnt find it.
I sat back down with my back against a small-ish tree and took a nap.
My father stands on the stage, digging through the bowl. His hand grasps a peice of paper and he pulls it out. He reads the names.
Dahlia road
In an instant, i'm on stage. The town is silent. As i look down from the stage, i realize. That there is no-one there. I'm all alone. All of my family has left, all of my friends. The only person there is my father, on stage. He's dressed as a capitolite, woth yellow sking and red eyes.
"Save them. You have to die to save them."
And i awaken. Except today. Today when i awoke from my nightmare, i was in the arena. I stood and a cave appeared around me. Claustrophobia gripped me. My breath was ragged. A figure materialized in front of me. It seemed to be... My brother.
"Mattie, what are you doing herem they told me... You shouldnt be here you jeed to go home"
He said nothing. I realized that Mattie was barely 7, not old enough for the games.
"Mattie why are you here?"
"Father sent me" He replied.
He lunged with a wittling knife and that was the last thing i saw.
When i awoke, pain had gripped my thigh. I had worn a nightgown and i looked at the scar on my leg. I had dug my nails into it in the night, making it bleed slightly. Someone knocked on my door.
"Come in" i said.
Mattie peered through the door.
"Are you okay?" His sweet voice said. It was rather higher than most boys his age, even higher than some girls.
"Yes sweety, why?"
"You were yelling"
"I was just a bad dream i said"
Out of all of my siblings, Mattie looked most like my father, but was the most different. He had rugged features and a soft voice. He was rarely angry and i had never heard him yell at anyone.
I held out my arm and he came to me. I pulled him onto the bed next to me.
"Why are you awake so early?" i asked.
"I'm scared of the reaping" he replied. Me too sweety.
"Don't worry, as long as im here I'll never let them take you."
"But you'll be too old to volunteer when i turn 12. Theres nothing else we can do"
"I promise that if you ever get drawn, I'll find a way to pretect you. Pinky promise. " i said and held out my pinky.
He gripped it and hugged me tight.
Later that day, I sat in a small clearing, right near the fence. I could here the loud hum of it. How would i ever keep that promise? How would i ever protect him? Not that it was likely to be drawn, because we never needed tesserae. Surely he would be protected.
I liked this spot. I knew, of course, that there were cameras everywhere, but with the tall fence that was always active, there were rarely peacekeepers. I didn't have to work today, so i just sat. Despite my dream, i was calm. Anger did not overwhelm me as usual. I just sat and picked at the calluses on my hands.
I heard in the distance the cutting of trees and the places that they processed some wood. I thought perhaps i would widdle somethings, but when i reached in my pocket, my knife was not there.
"Weird, i could have sworn i brought it"
I traced some of my steps but i couldnt find it.
I sat back down with my back against a small-ish tree and took a nap.
