I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm running out of time.
I need a doctor,
Call me a doctor,
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life...
Glimmer was just sixteen when she died. Her father passed away just weeks before her death, but in a much gentler way. And neither would ever know the other's fate.
Her father was extremely sick- so sick, in fact, that he was allowed to skip the reaping; something you could only do if you were dead or dying. He was obviously the latter.
Glimmer was peeking in to say goodnight for the last time. Her father lay in his bed, staring at the TV on the wall. Glimmer glanced briefly at it in curiousity and found it was blank.
The girl walked to her father's side and rested a hand on his arm. His pale green eyes flickered and then focused on her.
"Father?" she asked, her voice softening from it's usual snide rasp like it often did when she spoke to the sick man.
He gave a tiny nod, acknowledging her in the least painful way possible.
"Yes, well, I just wanted to tell you I am not considering volunteering for the Games. I've decided to go through one more year of training, or perhaps two even."
Her father nodded, satisfied, and lifted his finger slightly. Come.
Glimmer knelt to the ground, her face inches from his, and looked in his eyes expectantly.
His voice was rough and unused when he said, "I love you, Glim. You are beautiful and-" He had to stop when a coughing fit siezed him.
"I understand, father. Say no more. I love you, too." Glimmer smiled and ran a hand through the shiny curls that had given her her name.
He nodded, dismissing her.
Glimmer stood and then bent as a second thought, kissing his cheek. She then walked away, turning and smiling.
"Goodnight, Daddy," she said happily, and then danced out of the room.
Neither knew that the next day and the next week, they'd be dead. Glimmer would wake that morning and never see him again, being reaped for the Games and killed, and her father would never know, dying while they were away.
Every story had it's sad parts.
And as Glimmer lay dying, suffering from the pain of the stings and their results, she heard it before the world was silent.
And as her father lay dying, suffering from some unknown disease in his lungs, he heard it before the world was silent.
"Goodnight, Daddy."