I feel a chill, I hear the names, I see the birds soaring free. I feel the ache, I feel the burn, I see the fire as it glows. My love is standing there before me, on a stage of grim and glory, next to some Capital project, he stands tall, with the eyes of a child whose just got done crying. Her name was called, right after his, and knowing I couldn't put up with it, I yelled my name so loud and proud, and heard my siblings yell and scream and cry. All the voices slip through my brain, as I stand in the lane, and my feet shift many ways. I'm floating, high above the ground. Noticing the fear in my eyes, the Peacekeeper swoops me up, and carries me for what feels like miles. The stage stairs a cold, and sodden concrete, looking up I see that project of a women looking down at me, hand stretched out yards in front of her face, offering to help. I feel dead, I notice how weak I must look. My slow dead man's walk becomes a super human's run, meeting my love at the middle, the Capital project races after me.
My name is Clove Tylk, i'm 16 years old. I saved a 13 year old from her death, and i've come to understand I now have to save my love, whom is standing to my right. My weapon of choice are knives, and when i hear the sound of one scrapping butter onto toast, I know I was dreaming. Today is the Reaping, and I know this exact dream will become a reality, so I stay in bed, until I decide to face the fears of the day.
