Post by oliver vos | d9m [kaitlin] on Aug 23, 2019 17:05:47 GMT -5
and it was death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. but as well as the horror, i felt a strange longing.
Post by oliver vos | d9m [kaitlin] on Aug 27, 2019 19:42:20 GMT -5
I'm born at the end of the Games.
No one can remember the weather, can remember what happened in their own lives that day, but they remember the sight of a child killing another child. They remember the exact swing of the weapon, remember how the blood looked as it seeped into the Earth at the victor's feet.
I was three weeks early, and my mom went through twenty-seven hours of labor. She forced new life into the world, but all they remember is Death.
I think if there's only one thing you need to know about me, it's this.
Post by oliver vos | d9m [kaitlin] on Sept 13, 2019 13:25:37 GMT -5
When I was nine, dad got his hands on this contraband game. Don't know where he got it, but I remember playing around our coffee table. I remember being the one with all the money, remember thinking even back then that I couldn't be trusted with it.
I remember wanting to run.
"Three dollars," the barista says, and Ash cracks a huge smile that I don't understand when I hand over the money. I look at the barista laugh, and I stare dead-eyed. "That's a new one," she says.