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shenevermisses) wrote2012-09-23 01:51 am
shenevermisses) wrote2012-09-23 01:51 am
8th throw - [ written ]
[It's late. It's very, very late. But Clove can't sleep. Maybe it's because of the ever changing date in her Journal, September slipping away, making way for October.
Maybe it's the truce. And the talk of a feast some time ago. And the better and better looking apples in the store. Because it's getting to be autumn, and that's when they're the best. Maybe it's just her thinking too much.
Either way, she's awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She hates sleeping inside, and even the open windows do little to really set her mind at ease. ...Maybe she'll sneak out one, make no sound leaving or coming back. A little note for Cato to tell him she'll be back.
Get out and hunt. Or just run. Run as fast as she can as far away from the village as she can go. Run until she trips and falls or until her sides hurt too much and she has to stop. Then eventually come back and pretend like she never left.
She doesn't do that just yet, instead writing in the Journal. Maybe it won't be seen until morning or afternoon. But she needs to have it out there.]
I want to speak with someone in the medical profession. I have questions.
Maybe it's the truce. And the talk of a feast some time ago. And the better and better looking apples in the store. Because it's getting to be autumn, and that's when they're the best. Maybe it's just her thinking too much.
Either way, she's awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She hates sleeping inside, and even the open windows do little to really set her mind at ease. ...Maybe she'll sneak out one, make no sound leaving or coming back. A little note for Cato to tell him she'll be back.
Get out and hunt. Or just run. Run as fast as she can as far away from the village as she can go. Run until she trips and falls or until her sides hurt too much and she has to stop. Then eventually come back and pretend like she never left.
She doesn't do that just yet, instead writing in the Journal. Maybe it won't be seen until morning or afternoon. But she needs to have it out there.]
I want to speak with someone in the medical profession. I have questions.
no subject
Will warn you, however: recounting death will not be pretty. Want to use explanation to help find closure, not further disturb, but will not sugar-coat, either. Can already see thoughts of death keeping you up at night; do not want to add fuel to fire.
[Another light pause.]
Will offer one chance to back out. Are you sure you want to hear this?
voice:
Only because she has to write a note, sneak out of the apartment, and put some distance between herself and it.
This needs to be done spoken, but she doesn't want to risk Cato waking up and hearing her.
Finally, she says:]
I'm sure.
I already don't sleep because of it. And I want to know -- I want to be sure it didn't carry over here. That there's nothing... That there's nothing wrong with my head or anything.
[Whether she's talking physically or psychologically, well. That's the hard part for her to differentiate.]