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randomshit2012-08-11 03:25 am
accidentalrebellion) wrote in randomshit2012-08-11 03:25 am
It's 3 AM, I must be lonely | Closed to peeta_bread
[It's not like this is unusual by any circumstance.
Like clockwork, she returns to consciousness with a jolt. The kind of jolt that has her gasping for breath while her heart pounds, so intensely it practically leaps out of her chest. This nightmare. Again. No matter how frequent it is (and by now, it occurs at least two or three times per night), her reaction will always be the same. She'll never be used to it.
The afterimage still burns her retinas even minutes later, the same one that has haunted her incessantly for months on end. Her little sister, not even fourteen, transformed into a human torch right before her eyes, with nothing she can do to stop it. No matter how hard she tries to run, something always pushes her back. No matter how hard she tries to scream, something always strangles her.
And, if anything, that image has only become clearer over time.
Fire always burns brighter in the darkness.
The darkness. Something that a part of her, some deep-seated part of her that she can only just barely acknowledge, doesn't want to combat alone.
Before she's even aware of what's happening, her feet touch the floor, guiding her over to the window that looks onto the house nextdoor. Peeta's house. She doesn't know what she's searching for. A light? Some kind of sign of life? None of those things are there, yet something keeps her standing still, just watching.]
Like clockwork, she returns to consciousness with a jolt. The kind of jolt that has her gasping for breath while her heart pounds, so intensely it practically leaps out of her chest. This nightmare. Again. No matter how frequent it is (and by now, it occurs at least two or three times per night), her reaction will always be the same. She'll never be used to it.
The afterimage still burns her retinas even minutes later, the same one that has haunted her incessantly for months on end. Her little sister, not even fourteen, transformed into a human torch right before her eyes, with nothing she can do to stop it. No matter how hard she tries to run, something always pushes her back. No matter how hard she tries to scream, something always strangles her.
And, if anything, that image has only become clearer over time.
Fire always burns brighter in the darkness.
The darkness. Something that a part of her, some deep-seated part of her that she can only just barely acknowledge, doesn't want to combat alone.
Before she's even aware of what's happening, her feet touch the floor, guiding her over to the window that looks onto the house nextdoor. Peeta's house. She doesn't know what she's searching for. A light? Some kind of sign of life? None of those things are there, yet something keeps her standing still, just watching.]