Insanity

I felt the heat of the gaze

The searing pain of the bullet

The white walls that surround me

Pulling me into the inevitable void

Could you be my angel?

Could you be my guardian?

Wipe away all my tears

Hold me on your shoulder when they fall

The white light is blinding

And where were you?

When the skies were gray?

When my tears fell down so aimlessly?

Tell me its alright to cry

Tell me, hold me, never, ever leave me


My throat was sore from all the screaming I had done. My hands were a bloody mess, I had hit this wall so many times. The blinding whiteness of them burned my eyes, the red of the blood was refreshing. They were never going to let me out. They thought I was insane, crazy, psychopathic. It was horrid, and I knew they watched me from the glass. I knew they were there. No one could save me. No one.


I watched her, day after day. Locked in her white imprisonment, when she had lost, she had woken up. They all had, but they had all gone home now. None of them were quite like her, though. She was a beauty. With her brown hair and fiery gray eyes. There was another beauty, blonde with sky baby blue eyes. She was a mans' dream, for she was prefect in every way. I knew she was more of a pawn like the others, for they had all shaken it off as a dream of pain and suffering, going "home" when it was done. This girl though, she was much to our amusement, a never-give-up determined kind of person. For she had been from the lowly District, District Twelve. For each game is designed to get into their heads and give everyone an entertainment. They had all gone "home" which was in-fact, a place where all the "killed" tributes go to live after the games. For everyone had thought they had actually died, but we never did that. It was for fear, but we didn't want to just go around killing innocent children, we had made it so the games were shown from each tributes perspective, and die when it came. While everyone will wake up when they die or win, their memories of this were faded to seem more like a dream. For they all knew what had happened, but denied the fact to it. Their families were grieving, but what they didn't and never will know, is that they are all alive and well. The problem with this girl, was that she had killed herself. This has never really happened, for they all have been very viscous to one another, each willing to kill to survive when necessary. This girl, had loved the Victor very much. She willingly let him win, by sacrificing herself. He was a very handsome boy, blonde hair with blazing blue eyes. He was tall and very muscular. While there was a brute who looked strikingly familiar, the girl had killed him and herself in order for the boy to win. He was very depressed when he had left, I knew he had kept his memories as well. Knowing very well she was dead. In-fact, there had been two couples in this years games. This girl and the victor, and the brute and this small framed girl. She was not very developed, but she was gorgeous for her age. Brown hair, and beautiful cat like hazel eyes. She and the brute were living in the same tribute living space. It was inevitable for they soon became partners. While as the girl with the fiery eyes, her partner was being used as a pawn. He didn't ever agree with it, but he was too depressed to keep them away any longer. In the beginning he pushed them all away, but now, he doesn't even know what happens. He's just a hallow void, we have to get him to cooperate. This girl may just be the key.


Disclaimer; I was going to put the disclaimer at the top, but it would have ruined the effect. This was very amusing to write, it seems way more mature than my usual writing. Hope you liked this...Menacing, psychopathic Hunger Games. So, please comment or review.