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The Dreamer
I am floating. That is the first thing I become aware of. High above the ground, my only company being the wispy excuses for clouds whirling around me, as if I am their centre of gravity. A flock of snowy geese fly by me; leaving trails of water here they fly. I zoom through the sprays of water, embracing how cool and relaxing the water feels on my exposed skin. I laugh, I am free. I twirl in the air like an acrobat, revelling in the way the air whips through my hair. I extend my arm; I reach towards one of the marshmallows bouncing from across the sky... The closest one is a bright white, as I gaze towards it, it morphs, turning a light blue, it compresses, shrinking away from my fingertips, from my touch.
"No…" I whisper, pleading "Don't go"
Because I know that if it goes, I will fall, to the ground and from this feeling. Does this make sense? I decide that it doesn't matter, I know what I mean, and that's enough, right? Yes. That is thought of falling to my death scares me less than the thought that I would never be able to fly like this again. Tentatively, the blue orb pulsates, before enlarging massively, and changing once more. Now it is a large swirling ball of water, complete with drifting seaweed and paranoid fish darting this way and that, trying to escape. This seems odd, why would you escape the thing giving you life in the first place? I extend my fingers one by one, and brush them against the water. Ripples shoot out from the point I touched it. I feel nothing, just a slowing in the speed that my fingers move, the same texture, the same temperature as the air encasing it. A fish drifts cautiously near my hand, investigating the intruder in its watery home. Then it goes, back to the other fish again. Then, without warning, the ball of water collapses, turning back to the rain that formed it. I watch it shoot down, towards the ground, like the rain which the cloud contained in the first place. Odd.
I laze around in the sky for some time, until a lurching sensation in my stomach informs me that gravity has stopped its strike, and that I am falling out of the sky again. Again? I open my mouth, but something has robbed me of my ability to breathe. I glance down to see an impenetrable fog beneath me, I fall through that too, leaving me alone in a white cloud, seeing and feeling nothing except the rushing of fog alongside me. I cannot even see my own hands, I whoop with happiness, and the scene transforms, the fog leaving. Beneath me is a post-card perfect beach, pale white sand the colour of ancient paper stretching for miles, reaching forward to meet an azure sea, waves are breaking lazily on the beach, changing the colour from blue to the white of the marshmallow, and the cloud before it. Beneath the semi-transparent water, I can see a coral reef, like the one several near my house in District 4. The coral is in every colour imaginable, and some in colours I never even knew existed. On the other side of the strip of gold is dirt, the colour of khaki-beige, again like the soil my very house is built on.
"Home" I mutter to myself, like it is a foreign word. It tastes weird on my tongue.
The soil is smattered with the occasional green, leafy palm tree. The trees are withered somewhat from the heat of the sun, but they still extend their hands towards me, wafting in the breeze. A smudge of grey on the right hand side of the sparse forest contrasts to the sun setting nearby, dark stormy slate fighting the bright coral sunset, though the sunset is winning this battle. As I hurtle closer and closer to the ocean, I realise the grey is cliffs, none are in District 4, we have beaches. I remember seeing one in a Hunger Games, ages ago. It was a massive rock, in the middle of the ocean; no weapons were at the Cornucopia, only food. People had to smash other people's heads in with rocks. A girl tried to swim away. She drowned, sucked down a whirlpool and eaten by a shark alive.
I stopped liking the colour grey from that point on.
As I picture the games in my head, the rocks change, into the colour of a sea in distress, rolling and writhing. I blink and it returns to its original, tranquil state.
The sun has just risen, and is directly overhead.
The rocky outcrop contains a lake of pure gold, with silver fishes leaping out the water. The ocean is also close enough to make out individual fishes, and to see the shoals that whiz around, without a care in the world. I recognise none of them, saying a lot from a girl from District 4. I blink again, and the ocean leaps backwards, away from me and my initial landing point. I land softly on the sandy beach, warm beneath my feet as I stand up. Surrounded by forests, the beach is hidden from my sight, though I can just about make out the sea through the scraggy trees. I can also hear the crashing of waves loudly, as though I stand right next to a drum.
I don't see any drum though.
This place reminds me of home so much that is physically aches. Even the earth beneath my feet feels like the stuff back home. I pick up some, and watch it crumble through my hands, turning to chalk dust in my hands. I walk forwards, but my surroundings remain the same. A rustling occurs above my head, and I slowly look up. Two people stand, no float, above me. I notice with surprise that I recognise Nymph and Dou above my head. They stand among the clashing lights and colours flashing above their heads. Nymph slaps Dou around the face and Dou leaps at her, and they turn into a swirly ball of colour. Fascinated, I watch, but do not interact or try to prevent the fight. A cannon shot goes off and Nymph flies out the swirly ball, which then vanishes, along with Dou. Curious, I walk over to her, and notice she is not moving. I crouch down as red liquid explodes from all the palm trees, leaves turning dark as the blood cascades over them. The fluid turns brown when it touches the ground, as though drying instantly.
Nymph still lies still on the ground. I stand up again and walk towards her. Before I get to her, I see her vanish before my very eyes, staining the taupe soil a deep maroon. For some reason, none of this surprises me. I look away from her body in time to miss seeing the ground turn from tan to golden-white once more. I glance at it, feeling the heat radiating from it like it did before. When I next look up, the trees have vanished, and I am back on the beach. I lean over and run my fingers through the sand, rejoicing in the warmth from it. I hear the crunch of compressed sand near me, over the sound of the tranquil ocean near me, even over the sound of fish splashing in the sea. Someone is coming towards me. I do not look up.
"How could you?"
I glance up to see who is talking, but I really don't need to, I've spent enough time around that lilting voice from 4. A shock of chestnut brown hair. Marlin. He repeats it again, in a voice he never uses normally, in a voice I have never heard him use when talking to me, ever. His voice is full of anger and hatred, matching his expression of intense pain on his face.
"How. Could. You?" He enunciates each word clearly and loudly, as though I am deaf or dumb. From the way I am acting, saying nothing, an outsider might think that. I gape with my mouth open somewhat, like a fish without air. I feel like that too. He steps over Nymph's not-body towards me, in a menacing way I have also never seen him use.
"How could you do that? She was your friend, you jealous bitch, you killed her. You Killed Her!" He says this with so much venom my silence is finally broken.
"No, it didn't… wasn't me… Dou was…"
He ignores me. Either he doesn't believe me, or he doesn't care whether I killed her or not. A boom of a canon. I scream as a tree falls down on top of me, turning into a net as it falls. I run, but the net aims for my legs, entangling them so I trip onto the blue-green carpet. I am on the tribute train nor. I sit up, and attempt to undo the rope net, but it has already turned into hissing snakes which attempt to strike when I reach to them. I look up to Marlin, but he is gone, replaced by Kai, holding a Dirk which I saw him use in training, ages ago. When was that even? Did I see him use it? It probably doesn't matter. Kai has a familiar, cocky expression on his face.
"Kai?" I breathe cautiously; I could probably stop him killing me. Nobody kills their district partner unless it's the final two. Are we in the final two? Are we even in the Hunger Games? He cocks his head to the side and smiles at me in such an arrogant way that I am sure, for one second, that he can read minds. What he says next reaffirms this belief.
"You think I won't kill you?" He says this incredulously, like I must be an idiot to think otherwise. Maybe I was. Am. He continues "Just because I haven't threatened you physically? Just because I have never hurt you? Yet." He smirks again before laughing loudly as I open my mouth to say something, though what, I do not know.
"I never liked you." He says in a hissing voice. "You aren't even a proper Career are you? You liar. Pretender. You aren't even the rage girl; you're just another pathetic baby, wishing you were back home with mummy." I turn red and he laughs again. "A little too close to reality? I thought so, weakling. You'll be dead in 2 days, at the bloodbath. And I'll win and laugh at your death." He smirks at my open mouth again, and raises his Dirk high into the air. The sea beside me has stopped lapping by me lazily, and is now sending spray everywhere, a murky grey, to match the sky. It's hard to believe the sky was so blue a few minutes ago. Or was it hours? The blueness is hidden behind murderous clouds of grey, converging over my head, circling above me.
"Goodbye Rage girl. So sorry you didn't get to see mummy. Oh wait, she dead? You'll be seeing her soon then." He thrusts it at me hard, towards my lungs, I think. I close my eyes before the impact and when I open them again, I am once again floating lazily among marshmallow, orb clouds. The land below me is red now, a raging sea of red. Or maybe blood. I glide over it idly, not really paying it that much attention, from up here, I don't need to. I'm high above it all. I zoom around now, like a gymnast in the air. An Aerogymnast. Funny. I do a couple of pirouettes, spinning on my side like a corkscrew. I feel like I am underwater, though I need no air. As I place my hands together, I realise I do not feel them touching each other. I look at them, and realise I do not have hands; I am just a spirit, floating though the sky. This doesn't trouble me much, so I resume my aerobatic display, doing barrel rolls and somersaults, before finishing with a perfect handstand. How I did this in the air, I do not know.
I soar around for what seems like days, mostly upwards, before hearing a laugh behind me. Kai. Smiling broadly and looking happier than I have ever seen him. I smile back at him, and do a backflip, now I am facing him. I zoom towards him, one hand outstretched to touch him. If I can just reach him, everything will be okay. I know that. No idea how, but I do know that. I am a metre away, and my fingers just manage to brush the side of his forearm when gravity once again starts again. I tumble down, down towards the earth's surface, currently covered with currents of blood. I zoom towards the blood, 100 metres away, 50 metres, less now. I slam into the blood with a force that stops me breathing. Wheezing on the surface of the blood, I tread water for some time, until something slams into my side. I fall under the blood, and it stops me seeing, everything is red and I cannot breath, I cannot breath. I drift further downwards as I struggle to go up, though I don't really know where 'up' is anymore. I start to lose consciousness; I can feel myself slipping away.
It isn't that bad, I think to myself Dying. Like going to sleep.
Sleep
SLEEP
SLEEP
SLEEP
SLEEP
I shoot upwards, sitting up on my bed faster than anything. I breathe quickly, as though still winded from drowning in the blood. I shiver. The thought of it just makes me cringe again. I try to remember why I was in the bloody blood in the first place, but all I can picture is Marlin's face, Marlin holding Nymph's dead body, while stabbing Dou. Did that happen? Everything is slipping away, like dreams do once you have awakened. That dream was… weird. Most definitively. Did I eat cheese before I went to bed? I try to remember dinner, but that has slipped away like the dream. I sit up and reach over for a clock. I pick it up and check the time. A luminous number '6' shows and I groan inwardly. I have to get up. I heave my body out of the bed and put on the same clothes I wore yesterday. I will never understand why people in the Capitol wear different clothes every day. It's such a waste! My clothes from the day before are normally fine, so why wear something else? I wander downstairs and find myself a seat by the mahogany table. I sigh slightly and ready myself to spend some time bored and waiting for daylight.
"Couldn't sleep?" I whirl around and to my surprise see…
Cliff-hanger! I haven't really done one before so I thought now would be a good time! I had little time to write this, so it's a bit on the short side. Why? Because…
I WAS IN CHINA! It was really cool and you can see pictures on my blog at some point. (EatSleepCrap). On another note, I posted a very awesome comment on a YouTube channel a month ago, and got all these really nice replies! I posted that on my tumblr too, as it made me so happy! Thanks for reading, please review AND visit EatSleepCrap.