title: gasoline rainbows
author: ivory muse
rating: t. trigger warning for suicide.
genre: drama/angst
characters: my nameless oc
summary: there is a moment where she hesitates, the tiniest space between seconds, as she jumps off the platform.
a/n: inspired by a scenario i found on tv tropes.
The day she dies is almost too beautiful to be believed.
Sunlight flows in through a thick canopy of trees, staining the grass watery gold- there's not a single cloud marring the purity of the cerulean sky. In the distance, she can make out the Cornucopia's hazy outline. Life. That's what it means- life. Hope. The chance, however feeble, to survive.
It's such a shame that she gave up on all these things a long time ago.
She spent last night curled up like a fetus, listening to the persistent staccato beat of her heart. Then, she'd had time to think, to agonize, to wonder if she was making the right choice or forfeiting before she even began.
But she isn't afraid, now. So close to the precipice, and yet there is no panic obscuring her mind, no vice-like grip in the pit of her stomach. She knows that, one way or another, she will not come out of the arena alive. Perhaps, this way, she can make her own exit.
"3."
She will have to act quickly. A brief miscalculation, and she'll end up twitching on the ground with a spear thrust in her chest, end up begging for God's mercy as infection ravages her wounds. She's watched far, far too many games to flounder in naivete.
"2."
There is a moment where she hesitates, the tiniest space between seconds, as she jumps off the platform.
A rush of air, the Capitol's collective gasp, the scent of ozone, and then the land mines fulfill their purpose.