the lion and the lamb [lock/prop] (TW)
Jul 19, 2021 16:58:49 GMT -5
Post by bailee on Jul 19, 2021 16:58:49 GMT -5
trigger warning: self-harm
lock o'malley.
They said keep your eyes open
And we'll teach you to dream while you are awake
Well, they haven't spoken
Since their branches were broken for the fire that they told me to
And we'll teach you to dream while you are awake
Well, they haven't spoken
Since their branches were broken for the fire that they told me to
"Necessary evil, necessary evil, necessary evil,"
Rocking back and forth, my head held in shoulders. Six's bed, neatly made, lacking the soft snores and his small breaths that would echo through his bedroom in the dark of the night. A candle, lit in the window, a lighter held in my right hand, and a handheld bible held in my left. Tears slipping through the cracks of my eyelids, wetting my skin and death baring its fangs into my body, taking hostage like a parasite, feeding off of my body to fuel the pain it causes.
Julien Le Roux shooting a fire poker through Six's neck, a cannon firing, the boy from ten running far, far away.
God was supposed to be all-knowing, yet he killed the wrong boy. Six was kind, he was gentle, he loved everyone, human to animal. Even in the arena, Six kept his strength in the face of tragedy, Yet it didn't stop the fates from his name being in the bowl, from him meeting face to face with the careers, from the tight grasp of death.
I untucked my head from my shoulders, and looked to the Bible in my hands. "You fucked up," I told God, as I flipped the Bible around in my hand. I used to think everything happened for a reason - that God had a plan for us all. Yet, his plan for Six was premature death. The sweetest, smartest young boy who could have accomplished so many things. Surely it must've been a mistake. A bad mistake. God would never intentionally rip Six from the O'Malley's.
Then I thought to Six's confession. It didn't change anything about Six. Sin was sin - they were meant to be forgiven. He didn't understand Six's predicament, but he never thought any different of him.
I flicked the lighter and held it to the Bible. I wanted it to burn. Burn away all of God's mistakes. Burn everything that had lead to Six's death. Burn his slip in the Reaping bowl. Burn the arena. My hand shook as I brought it closer and closer to the book.
My left hand seized and I instantly dropped the bible. pushing the lighter to my skin instead. I yelped as it made contact with the flame, but I didn't pull away. The burning sensation sent shocks through my skin, turning it red and brown with each second I left it ignited on my skin.
I pulled the lighter away as my breathing increased, the burn on my forearm sending searing pain throughout my body. I winced as I brought the burn closer to me, admiring the redness and bareness of my skin as my epidermis continued to burn.
It was the first time I didn't think about Six. It was the first time I had felt in control of my emotions.