A/N Hi, this is my very first real story here, rather short and probably not even a story but here it is none the less. I'm very insecure with my writing and especially my way of phrasing and of course the endless grammar so if anyone has a minute to pin point any of those I'd be very happy. Any kind of constructive criticism is received very warmly here. Thank you for reading!
Inspiration The feeling the song "Pretty Face" by Soley manages to give me.
Disclaimer I do not own the Hunger Games. Obviously.
A moment in time
My name is called and I shudder slightly as the cold wind brings me the news.
My name is called and I suddenly become aware of the silence that so eagerly waits to be broken.
My name is called and I wiggle my toes as if to ask them if they are ready to move. They answer.
My name is called and I take one careful step. Then I take another one.
My name is called and my legs grow confident and carry me more rapidly by the second.
My name is called and I close my eyes only to open them again, this time somewhat refreshed and certain of what they see.
My name is called and my heavy heart threatens to break my ribs. Break out of its cage and flee for its life.
My name is called and my lungs go on a strike, letting me know how displeased and unsatisfied they are, leaving me gasping for the air that isn't mine for the taking.
My name is called and my brain surrenders, hanging an "out of order" sign on the door.
My name is called and only my feet stay faithful and loyal, not failing me in any way as they bring me closer to the stage.
My name is called and my hands shake other hands, my eyes see other eyes and my ears hear meaningless words that my numb brain chooses not to acknowledge.
My name is called and I look over the sea of faces that I'll never see again.
My name is called and I realize that this is the end.