Gaia Dais // Fin // D6f

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Gaia Dais
fifteen
District 6 Female
FC: Eva Noblezada

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Dreams are sweet until they're not
Men are kind until they aren't
Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart

Stench of ash burns your nostrils, fires long burning, forgotten, abandoned homes and ruins around you. The fighting echoed in the streets in the form of blood drenching the cobblestones and the sobs of widows and orphans searching the hollow streets. Dirt and soot clings to your skin, with wild eyes you gather with your family around the small tv in the house you now call home. 

your own home long gone, empty, a skeleton

Tiny hands clutch at your clothes, bodies lean over you as eyes search the screen. They've been calling names all day- you secretly hope they won't be your sisters, your brothers, the children who have no blood relation to your mother but you take care of anyway. Their own parents taken in the fighting. You take their tiny hands in yours. Their names sear into your mind- they've picked plenty of rebels, plenty of those who were associated  with the fighting. 

you look at the children, skeletons in human clothing, you hope their parents name do not seal their fate.

You know that they need you. Your father was dead, killed in the crossfire, trying to protect the smallest child who sits in your lap, her face burried into your jacket. The rapp of the guns still repeat in your mind, your lips closed but you are still screaming. Your mothers, still wracked in grief, is in no state to care for the number of children who shelter in your aunts old house. 

She's dead too. Crushed beneath the kitchen wall. 

Then there is a gasp, one to make the world seem like its falling away. Pounding feet against the cobbles, shouts, muffled by distance. Somewhere- you hear shouting, screaming. It is only when you blink, turning, do you see the screen, flickering colourlessly. It is a mirror-

It is only then you realise, you are not looking in a mirror. 

- you feel white hands grabbing your shoulders, soldiers barking orders. Then you realise you are screaming, colour fading from your face, your worn shoes digging into the wooden floor as you are dragged from the room. Your brother is holding your mother. You try to fight them, the men holding you-  there is blood. Someone is bleeding. Then you realise it is you and the world is spinning and everything fades to black with twinkling stars...

You do not know if you will see them again.

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L△LIA Done?

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She's dead too. Crushed beneath the kitchen wall. This imagery of the war forcing its way into her home is fantastic! Love how it's all framed in a selfless perspective that never even considers it could end up being her.

ACCEPTED!