locking it away.— [prop/vasco]
Jun 23, 2021 23:01:19 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2021 23:01:19 GMT -5
PROP O'MALLEY - 621 WORDS
I
tried to stay and watch the screen for as long as I could, but it just got to the point I couldn't handle it anymore. Normally, I would be fine right now. Yeah I might look away if something particularly gory were to happen, but it never felt real - almost like a movie. This year taught me just how fucking real it all is. Nothing is more real than watching your little brothers leg gets shattered on television. Nothing is more real than hearing him scream for help and not being able to do a damn thing. Nothing is more real than what I saw.At first, I just couldn't help but think how it should have been me. Watching Six on the platform waiting for the countdown just reminded me that I didn't volunteer to take his place. He almost looked bigger, standing there. I can't be certain if he actually gained muscle or if it's just from getting enough food everyday. I mouthed along with the countdown silently. As the camera pans around I noticed a girl eyeing Six like a hungry shark who found a wounded sea lion. I think she's from district three from the interviews, either way, she needs to find another target.
As the Bloodbath started one word crossed my mind over and over again. Run. Run. Run! I wanted Six to run away, the other tributes were so much bigger than him in comparison. A lot of tributes were immediately running away from the Cornucopia, but I watched helplessly as he ran into it. Immediately, they began to swarm him like vultures. Even the girl from district one, the one who got a fucking nine, wanted to pick an easy target.
I felt my heart racing in my chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. And then, a glimmer of hope. Six actually attacked someone. He punched them right in the face and a loud crack was heard. Her nose began to bleed and we all knew what had happened. The kid actually broke her fucking nose. He was willing to fight, willing to live.
But then, that hope faded. Soon after he grabbed a fanny pack someone kicked his shin and kicked it hard. Not just one, but multiple loud cracks were heard. Crack. Crack. CRACK! They didn't just break his shin, they destroyed it. I felt like I was going to vomit. I heard him cry out for help and watched as he struggled to even stand. And I knew right then I couldn't watch it anymore. I know I should have, it's my fault he was even there. But what can I say? I'm a selfish asshole. Always have been.
I turned and began to walk away, leaving my family without a word. We were stuck watching this shit in public. Watching Six fucking die with everyone staring at us for our reactions. Of course, he wasn't dead yet. But look at his leg! I wasn't going to stick around to watch whatever was going to happen next. I couldn't. I walked around the corner and went about half a block down and sat on a bench.
Being in that swarm of people was suffocating, I just needed to be able to fucking breathe for a minute. I sat on the bench and held my head in my hands, covering my ears as my breathing became heavy. I couldn't listen to the distant sounds of carnage right now. As I began to get lost in my thoughts it became harder and harder to breathe. I can't do this. How the fuck am I supposed to be the strong older brother when I couldn't even protect Six!? How am I supposed to fucking live with myself at this point?
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