Hello my awesome readers :) I apologise for last writers note… not sure what I was thinking (it's a bad idea to write these late at night)
Sooo… this chapter is kind of… bleh. I'm feeling very depressed since we are moving and I had to say goodbye to my best friends who are practically family to me and it was very tough. Tears were shed but hopefully I will see some of them in May… why am I telling you this? Well, I hope you guys enjoyed that little tidbit of my life… *sigh* it's tough to live in Spain where at the moment it is fahreezing! :(
Okay, I know you guys aren't reading this but I wanna dedicate this chapter to LosjovenesdeIcelandia: Makayla, Nathaniel, Natán, Alan, Paúl, Frumframfrim (better known as Dani), Miriam, Cristina, Sarai and my wonderful sister Megan
(pukaroxliza check her out she writes amazing Glee fanfics)
I realize that Carly and Harkson's relationship seemed a bit unrealistic for their age so I tried to make it a bit more… awkward ;)
Also, (yeah, yeah I'll shut up soon), I couldn't resist sneaking another song that I love in there… yeah… I DO speak Spanish fluently ;)
:) Enjoy the chapter guys!
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own the Hunger Games
Shedding Tears
Carly
"And that's why you shouldn't have climbed up that high…" I sigh as he falls to the ground. "I thought you would know this, being from District 7 and all."
"I know how to chop down trees, not how high I can climb them. How did you know?" he rubs his behind.
"We hide in trees a lot to catch certain animals like bears."
"Oh, that makes sense…"
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he groans. "At least it wasn't too high up."
I nod, still worried. "And it's a good thing you fell on your derriere."
"Derriere?"
"Your butt."
"Oh… yeah, it is."
There's an awkward silence. "Is your back okay?" this just occurs to me, while I remember one time falling out of a tree and really hurting my back.
"Yeah, yeah." He doesn't sound convinced and he winces when stands up.
I raise an eyebrow at him. "Okay, no. It really hurts."
I smile, "I could rub it for you."
At his look of confusion I add, "It'll help you to feel better. But it would be nice if we had a hot pad."
"Why do you know so much about therapy?"
I laugh, "When no one wants to have anything to do with you and you're very accident prone, one learns to fend for themselves. Plus, one day I wanted to work at the apothecary in my district."
"Really? You want to heal people?"
"Both my parents died. I've come close to dying a couple of times. I don't want anyone else to have to go through what I went through and I would help everyone."
"Even people like you…"
"Especially people like me!"
I wonder how my district feels about this. They must feel so awkward and if I win I don't think the adults could look me in the eye. That's okay, I won't have anything to do with them, just the innocent children who were raised by arrogant or ignorant parents.
"Hey, that girl form your district sings. Do people in 7 sing a lot?"
"Just us juvi kids."
"Juvi?"
"Juvenile Detention Center."
"They have one of those in your district?"
"Yeah, there's so many of us that they didn't want to kill off half the population."
"Oh….. So why do you guys sing?"
"It gives most people hope. And with Rebekah, it stops her flashbacks. Our cells were beside each other."
"Her voice is beautiful."
"What about District 9?"
"Nah, we prefer to dance."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Well, I'm not very good since no one wants anything to do with me as you already know. I do know a couple of older ones though." I quickly add. "Which no one is going to be able to see."
He looks disappointed. "Why not?"
"They're all dances you have to dance with someone else who also knows the dance."
"Okay, fair enough."
"How about you? Do you sing?"
"No way! I'd sound like a dying walrus."
I laugh, "You can't be that bad."
"Yeah, I can."
"Okay, well take off your shirt now."
He turns beat red. "Excuse me?"
I roll my eyes trying not to smile. "So I can rub your back, stupid!"
"Oh… right…" he looks down embarrassed as he takes his shirt off and lies down.
I sit over him and start massaging his back. "Okay, you gotta tell me where it hurts."
"Around my um… tailbone," I laugh at his embarrassment and start rubbing that area.
"So why won't you sing for me?" I ask him after a small silence.
"Because I suck, and the only songs I know are Spanish…"
"Spanish…?"
"An old language."
"Ah… well we don't get many singers in District 9 and it would really make me happy…"
"No way, no how. Sorry."
"Fine, be that way."
More silence.
A twig snaps and it makes us both jump.
"What was that?" I whisper to Harkson as we both stand up.
"I don't know," he whispers back.
I grab his hand, too scared to be embarrassed by this gesture.
A smiling figure appears, soaking wet.
Oh no, not her. Anyone but her please!
"So, lovebirds, how are things going?" Jasper smiles.
Harkson steps in front of me defensively. Even with this gesture I know one of us is going to die.
Jasper
Two easy victims are within my grasp. I'm about to lunge when Harkson darts towards me. We begin combat. I scrape him there, he cuts me here.
Carly stands by, totally useless. That is, until I feel something jab into my shoulder. Surprised I turn around to find the District 9 tribute taking her dagger out of me, a wild look in her eyes, "Don't. Touch. Him." She growls at me though clenched teeth. She seems to have disappeared out of thin air. Great, now my only real opponent decides to come after me.
She jumps in front of me. Is she part kangaroo or something? "I said, don't touch him…" she growls again.
I swing my sword over her but she deflects it very strategically with her dagger. I fall down somehow and she turns her back to me for a second.
"Run, Harkson. If one of us has to die at least let it be me..." she suddenly gasps as I take my hidden knife out of her back.
She falls and Harkson catches her. Something in his expression makes me run away. I've never felt fear this way until he looked up at me and said, "You better leave within the next ten seconds…"
I don't look back.
Harkson
Carly starts to cough up blood and I try to calm her down.
Once she stops she smiles.
"Are you afraid?" I ask her.
She shakes her head slowly. "Of death? No…"
I press my forehead against hers. "How can you not?" Tears start streaming down my face. I only started to feel alive when I met her.
"Well, it's inevitable. And if I can die in your arms, I'll die happy."
My lips crash against hers, not being able to hold myself back. When I pull away I whisper to her. "Please don't go…"
"Here…" she pulls off a ring that she's wearing. It looks like a snake wrapped around it. "Wear this, and I'll never have left you…" she starts coughing again. "I love you. I really do…" she closes her eyes and then a second later the cannon goes off. I slip her ring on and stand up.
I look at my first real friend, the only girl I ever loved and probably will ever love.
I start humming a song. "You can't hear me," I gasp through my tears, "but this is for you…"
No sé si aún me recuerdas,
nos conocimos al tiempo
tú, el mar y el cielo
y quién me trajo a ti.
Abrazaste mis abrazos
vigilando aquel momento,
aunque fuera el primero,
lo guardara para mí.
Si pudiera volver a nacer
te vería cada día amanecer
sonriendo como cada vez,
como aquella vez.
I try to keep from sobbing as I continue to sing.
Te voy a escribir la canción más bonita del mundo,
voy a capturar nuestra historia en tan solo un segundo.
Y un día verás que este loco de poco se olvida,
por mucho que pasen los años de largo en su vida.
The tears don't stop and a bunch of mockingjays join me.
El día de la despedida
de esta playa de mi vida
te hice una promesa:
volverte a ver así.
Más de cincuenta veranos
hace hoy que no nos vemos
ni tú, ni el mar ni el cielo
ni quien me trajo a ti.
Si pudiera volver a nacer
te vería cada día amanecer
sonriendo como cada vez,
como aquella vez.
Te voy a escribir la canción más bonita del mundo,
voy a capturar nuestra historia en tan solo un segundo.
Y un día verás que este loco de poco se olvida,
por mucho que pasen los años de largo en su vida.
Y, te voy a escribir la canción más bonita del mundo,
y voy a capturar nuestra historia en tan solo un segundo.
Y un día verás que este loco de poco se olvida,
por mucho que pasen los años, por mucho que pasen los años de largo en su vida.
I finish and start sobbing. "Why…?"
The hovercraft is long gone with Carly's body. I keep trekking on though, she would be angry if I sat around sulking about her. I sigh and walk through the forest, feeling slightly lost. I groan as a small package with food lands in front of me. If there's one thing I do hate it's pity. At least I won't starve, right?
Oh who am I kidding! The only thing I want to do right now is crawl in a hole and die. I'm not usually the dramatic type but my life feels like it's shattering around me. I didn't have anything to live for, then I did, and now I don't again.
"Ugh…" I put my face in my hands. "What am I going to do…?"
Gosh, I was going write more but it seemed very unnecessary so yeah, um, I finished it even though it is shorter than I'd like it to be… :/ Oh well, the song is one of my ABSOLUTE favourites and it's called "La Playa" by "La Oreja de Van Gogh" when they were actually good! It's about a summer romance that ended and he hasn't seen her in 50 years and it talks about how this crazy guy hardly forgets anything (y un día verás que este loco de poco se olvida) and I thought it fit because they had their time together but he needs to move on… yeah.
The fallen are:
Aero (3)
Angel (4)
Crimson (4)
Cham (5)
Flynn (5)
Glisten (6)
Bennett (6)
Ivy (8)
Carly (9)
Walker (9)
Kyra (10)
Cruz (10)
Clover (11)
Mok (11)
Amber (12)
Ross (12)
Who do you want to hear from in the next chapter?