All Fall Down

by bulletscorpio

No matter what you do, the blood will always stain. It'll come off your skin and clothes, but the image never leaves your head, and it certainly never left the minds of the tributes of the 68th Games. TW for violence, mental illness and drugs. Spotify playlist:spotify:user:xjay-xx:playlist:6CZuhqIczFPJje6E1Y8irT (song 1 chapter 1 etc. no prologue, playlist starts at chapter 1.)

1. Prologue

I am a teenage disaster. I am a ticking time bomb inconspicuously and expertly hidden, buried inside the head of an average person, just waiting to detonate. I am someone you wouldn't think twice about, yet a catastrophe just waiting to happen. But when the timer runs out, the undiscovered truth will be revealed and the explosion will kill people. When a bomb goes off, those closest to it are killed only by the blast waves, dead by the time the shrapnel reaches them and the buildings fall and the radiation sets in. It's impossible to escape it, but sometimes the damage can be lessened, like getting stitches after a vein has been cut. The scar will always remain, but you're no longer bleeding out. But in my case, no one will know they're bleeding to death until it's happening and the shock has set in and it's too late to reverse. There is nothing I can do and when situations get worse, the clock goes just a little faster, and I get just a little closer to exploding. When the bomb goes off, it will take me with it. Those around me should destroy me before I am the cause of the destruction.

I am unaware of it.