[ x ]. keep your eyes open

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
you can always bleed a little more.





I need a father, I need a mother / 
I need some older, wiser being to cry to.
I'd talk to the sky but it is empty.
THE UNABRIDGED JOURNALS OF SYLVIA PLATH / SYLVIA PLATH

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
﹙ chapter ten, act one ﹚





southern island, the arena.
july, 70 att.
                    AVENS COULD NOT DENY THE TERROR SHOOTING ACROSS HIS VEINS AS THE GAMES BEGAN, NOR CAN HE DENY IT NOW. To fear is to be human, and he will be trapped in this mortal body until he dies. Avens will always be afraid ─── if not of another opponent, another child, then it is a Peacekeeper patrolling the zone. Then it is impending starvation, the frets for his sister's safety. That his mother can keep her job, that his income can be spread enough to keep the three of them afloat. He's just so used to it he never really noticed until now.