Box of Glitter {Jayne/Leticia} Day Four
Mar 20, 2019 17:13:17 GMT -5
Post by kap on Mar 20, 2019 17:13:17 GMT -5
I'm caught up in your expectations
You're trying to make me live your dream
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The cannon sound from Alja's death still echoed in my ears as I tried to fall asleep, and I never did reach the sweet bliss of slumber that night. The thought of Alja having tried to kill me in my sleep made me fearful that this time, someone would try again, yet succeed in doing so. My mind raced, even with my eyes closed, preventing me from drifting off. I had watched the sun set that night, and now I watched it rise. I'd made my way back to a place I'd been before: grassy plains that seemed to stretch on forever. I could remember being here before.
Yesterday, however, in the rockier place, where Alja and I's relationship had grown rocky itself, I helped kill the one person in the arena that I considered a friend at the time. Had she not tried to kill me first, however, the thought of doing so to her never would have entered my mind. I had been a pacifist back in my home of District Twelve, but being here changed that. Alja helped me out of my shell when we fought the mutts, and because of that, I was able to help kill her, too.
I killed a mutt. She killed a mutt. I helped kill her. Damaris ended her.
It was all still going through my mind, and for some reason, it gave me a rush of adrenaline, thinking of the fight. Of course, there was a feeling of fear and a sense of regret there, too. All of these different conflicting emotions made my mind race, not sure where to settle and what thoughts to land on. All of this was so much, and it shook me to my core.
When I'd reached the grassy area I'd been in before, something was different. This time, twelve straw bales were in a circle, guitars rested against a few, and there were alcohol bottles near a bonfire.
Immediately, I approached one of the straw bales with a guitar leaned against it and picked up the guitar, strumming it gently. It reminded me of home. At home, I had played my guitar a lot. It had been a release for me. There were other tributes here, being seemingly peaceful, so surely a little music wouldn't hurt right then, right?
I began to play a tune on my newly acquired guitar. It was a song I'd often played back in District Twelve in the Laws family home. It was a soft yet cheery tune, and it brought a slight smile to my face, pushing the thoughts of yesterday from my mind. While I strummed the guitar, I considered using the guitar pick that was stung around the chain on my neck, but decided against it. I didn't want to lose it. I'd just play my song, and see where it took me.
I stopped playing for a moment or two, and looked around at those nearby. Closest to me was a girl that I recognized as being from Six. I couldn't recall her name, but I smiled at her. Hopefully, we could have some peace for the time being.
Peace would be all I could ask for at a time like this.
It was hard to find peace in life sometimes, but it would be quite nice right now.
Life was like a box of glitter; beautiful, yet a bit messy.lyrics: "Silent Scream" by Anna Blue
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