I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME..
'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..'
I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS..
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frag·ile
/ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/
adjective
1. easily broken or damaged.
"Before there was a dangero...
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"BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR..."
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Staring at the grey walls, I felt trapped in the small waiting room; everything was dull and cluttered together. Nothing standing out. Pacing back and forth, I felt the food in my stomach go up my throat, but nothing came out. My head just kept on replaying everything that had happened, hyper focused on every little detail that it could find. The way the girls around me were fidgeting before she pulled out the slip of paper.
The faint smells of fresh air and blood. The sharp intake everyone around me took as she opened it. The way the hairs on my arm raised. The way she said my name. The way that her cheery Capitol accent rang throughout the courtyard. It was all horrible. Every detail was permanently burned in my memory. Nipping away at me. I can't forget it. No matter how hard I try to clear my mind. It pops back into my head.
"Let us see. Athena Grey." She said, making me tense.
"Athena Grey."
"Athena Grey."
"Athena Grey."
That was me. I was Athena Grey. I was Reaped. I was going to the Capitol. I was picked. I didn't want this. I wanted to go home. I wanna go home. I want my Mommy. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I felt hands wrap themselves around my waist as I am rocked back and forth in place. Thrashing around at the unfamiliar touch, my legs give out on me, making me collapse onto the hard ground. I wanna go home. I want to go home.
"Shh, it's okay, you're okay. You're okay, Athena. It's just me. It's just Mommy." A voice whispers, petting my hair.
Instantly recognizing the voice as my Mother's, I sink into her arms, my screaming slowly morphs into loud sobs as I'm hit with another wave of reality. I was going into the Games. I was going to have to leave. I didn't want to leave.
Petting my hair, she pressed kisses on my forehead and whisper's comforting words in my ear, making me whimper. Humming a small lullaby, I sob out as I realize this would and possibly could be the last time I saw her. I didn't want to leave her.
"I⎯I don't wanna go. Please don't make me go." I sob out, burrowing my head into her shoulder.
My fingertips were tingling and my legs felt like lead. The harsh reality of being Reaped is accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe, but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest, blinking the room blurs for a second. Was I dying?
So much was happening, yet at the same time nothing was happening at all. It felt like the walls were closing in on me, trapping me in, not letting me escape. But, I knew in the back of my head that they weren't moving. Gripping onto her arms, I felt like the air was getting crushed out of me, like someone was squeezing my insides.
