Post by kap on Nov 30, 2016 7:35:06 GMT -5
Joule Spark
How can I take the pain away?
Her older brother had always been the one she was closest with. Joule and Bolts were always there for one another, reassuring one another that everything would be alright. They even tried to reassure one another the day their father died. They promised one another that everything would be okay, even if Joule didn't truly believe it until years later. Then, when Bolts was reaped, he tried to tell Joule that everything would be okay. He told her not to watch the Games, and she listened to him. That meant that she'd had to find out from her sobbing family that he'd been killed.
Joule broke down in tears that day and locked herself in her room for hours on end. She would only leave for the purpose of eating or using the bathroom, and still looked down at her plate at dinner, refusing to talk to anyone in the once joyous and busy household that was now oh so quiet and dreary. Things were so different without Bolts there.
Days had passed, and eventually, Bolts's body had been brought back to their home in District Three, which once again, put Joule in tears. Of course, she wasn't the only one in her family that was upset, but with how close she and her eldest brother had been, it seemed to have hit her the hardest.
One of the younger girls in the family, Industria, was almost as broken down as Joule, as she was only eight years old, and couldn't quite grasp the concept of death when her father had died. Joule normally would have tried to comfort her younger sister, but was too distraught herself that she couldn't bring herself to tell anyone that things would be okay, as she certainly didn't believe that they would be.
When Bolts's body was brought to them, they had already planned his funeral for a few days later. This would be a hard time on the whole family, so they didn't invite anyone outside of the household. The morning of the Spark boy's funeral, Mrs. Spark put out clothes for each of the children. Joule's outfit consisted of a plain black dress and black flats, which was very simple compared to Joule's usual sense of style. This was likely a good thing, though, as Joule wasn't feeling cheery enough to want to dress as herself.
Joule couldn't even think of the last time she'd laughed. It certainly hadn't been since Bolts left for the Capitol.
The family headed out that morning to their rather large backyard where the funeral would be held before Bolts was moved to the burial site. Mrs. Spark spoke words about Bolts, and Joule was sure that some of her other siblings would be likely to do the same. That was when Joule decided to speak some words about her dear brother. Moving over to where his casket was, she turned to face her family, speaking to them about her lost brother.
"Bolts was..." she paused for a moment, choking on her words for a moment. "Bolts was family to all of us. We know that. I was very close to him, making this really hard for me to cope with. It's hard for me to know what to say in this situation, but I felt that I should say something," she continued. "He was always there for me, and he didn't deserve such a terrible fate. I know I'm not as good with words as some other people, but I will say that he deserved better than this. Right now, we should all be together, alive, eating lunch or laughing with one another in the living room. Perhaps we could be playing tag outside, or he would be tinkering with something. Maybe he'd be fixing my firefly that he made me... but that will never happen now. At least, not with him."
Then, Joule turned to look at Bolts's body in the open casket.
"Bolts, I love you, and don't forget that. Even without you here, I'll remember you, and treat every day the way you'd want me to."
Then, Joule returned to standing next to her family and finally broke down in tears again.
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