my own worse enemy {the end of Rolf}

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

Rolf Parks

He doesn't have a hand anymore. The cocky grin twists further across my face, eyes locking where his hand once resided before turning towards the ground where the lifeless appendage rest on the ground. Laughter erupts past my lips filling the air - it's wrong to laugh, but since when do I care? Yet laughter still slithers past my lips perhaps it would be better if I cried.

I cried when Chaske died in the sixty-ninth games.

I cried with rage when his killer won the games.

I cried when Torka died.

I refuse to cry now.

Blood sprays across my body and my face. It's an amazing feeling watching someone else suffer. His screams echo through my brain over and over until it's finally gone forever. I watch as he scurries across the ground before retrieving a giant weapon from his bag. His knives weren't cutting it, and he has the desire to live, the desire to get up close and personal -

Sacha hoists the weapon into the air, and I'm moving back as fast as I can trying to avoid the blunt force of it all. But these damn heels have stopped me once more. My ankle rolls, and all it takes is one moment of hesitation.

Where did I go wrong?

It's a question I've asked myself long before they called my name sentencing me to die. Mother and father hated my brothers, yet they loved me more than anyone. They cared for me, gave me food, water, shelter, all items I needed for life while they threw away the love I offered Chaske. I quickly grew used to hearing I'm the good child, and nothing bad would happen to me. It once rang true, but now it's just a lie. My brother died five years ago. The only person I cared for in this godforsaken arena died because of me. Pherick, and Citadel are without parents because of me. Torka's family mourns his loss because of me. Chaske died because of me, and another faceless enemy will die from my own stupidity;

Only this time the enemy is me.

Being the good child isn't enough to save me anymore.

"But I also know that at least one of you will be dead by the end of this, and that's enough of a saving grace for me."

He swings with such a force the impact knocks me back, but it doesn't stop there. It cracks my ribs, my sternum, and I swear it causes my ribs to hug my heart. Every breath of fresh air flees my lungs as shards of broken ribs infiltrate its delicate structure. My eyes widen with fear as I keep trying to back away. Blood leaks from my nose, and the corner of my mouth. I'm toppling over, the poled weapon slips from my grasps -

"Kate..." Her name barely audible as the giant, heavy weapon is pulled away.

It doesn't

Hurt

Any

More.

(Cannon)

Rolf Parks, age 18, of district nine, passed away on the fifth day of the seventy-fourth annual hunger games.

He was born April 8th to the late Conner and Felicia Parks of district nine. Rolf loved hanging out with his friends and family, many of which have said he always put a smile on their face. In his spare time he took his young cousin for walks. He stood up for what he believed in, and tried to make life fair for everyone.

He was preceded in death by one brother, Chaske Parks.

Rolf is survived by his aunt and uncle, one sister, Citadel Parks, one brother, Pherick Parks, two cousins, Alfonso Parks, and Benjimaiah "Benny" Parks. He also leaves behind other family and friends who will miss him dearly.

It feels like I'm floating.

My eyes look down on the battlefield below, my mangled body staring back at me. Yet it doesn't last long until I'm lifted into the clouds high above the sky. It's bluer than I ever imagined. Seeing the sky in district nine is nearly impossible through the smog. This is amazing.

Birds fly freely through the air, and I try to mimic their motions, arms flapping wildly until I'm standing in front of a door.

Normally I would fear it, but I have nothing to fear. All emotions are gone, wiped away the moment a cannon blared through the arena. Raising a hand, I pound on the door as hard as I can. An eerie silence crawls across my skin. Every hair stands on end until the door finally swings open, hinges squealing in protest.

"Rolf?"

A face appears in the open, and it's one I haven't seen in such a long time. Tears of joy stream down my face as I embrace my mother in one of the biggest hugs I've ever given in my entire life. Father stands behind her, and behind him is my brother, Chaske, only he's not alone. Two other faces float beside him. One looks evil, and the other like a child.

"I missed you all so much." I can't help the smile spreading across my face as every single one of them wrap their arms around me.

"Oh what are we waiting for?" Chaske pulls away with a smile on his face. "We have a feast, let's eat."

I walk over towards the table with ease, many different types of food spread across it. I take my seat, and everyone else joins. Father pours some white wine into a glass and passes the bottle around, and we all do the same.

"To Rolf!" He lifts his glass into the air -

"To Rolf."

The happiest man alive.

table by kire

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