User blog:Jacob55111/Untold Stories

Every character has a story 

The story that goes untold.

Of happy days out in the meadow

Dancing in the grassy knolls.

Of days of hardship

Of days of pain 

When the sun won’t shine

And there is only rain 

Of days when sunlight turns to snow

And days when friendship 

Is worth more than gold 

And times of glory

And times of shame

And times when the world is permanently stained

With the rivers of blood

That will always flow

These are the stories 

That we’ll never know. “Leroy Noks.”That damn Kiri Gringle. I could kill her. This just throws a wrench into everything! I had finally gotten enough time off to spend a full day with Mira, and now this happens. And I’d already told her that I would take her to the blueberry patches. Dangit! Well, I guess we could just reschedule that for another day… “Leroy Noks?” Kiri Gringle repeated, looking around. I better get up there, or they’ll launch a search party like last year, when the tribute started running.“I’m here.” I say, stepping out of the crowd of young boys, and onto the stage. I must be calm now, all the cameras are watching. It isn’t hard, even with the whole population of district 10 looking at me. Because I know that I will be coming home. Because I know that Mira needs me here.Kiri Gringle manages to sneak me an annoyed look before turning back to the audience with her best smile and announcing, “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you District Ten’s tributes!” The scarce spattering of short-lived applause doesn’t match her over-enthusiasm. I look over to my right at the girl tribute. It’s Kyrie Oleal. I’ve seen her in school now and again. She’s not rich, but not starving. Pretty good grades. I guess some would call her good-looking. But she’s nothing next to Mira. All through the post-reaping speech, I think of what I have to say to Mira. What will calm her, what will convince her that I won’t be gone forever. But before my thoughts can form a plan, I am being whisked away to the Justice building and into a rather plush room. I know what happens next. I get an hour to speak with anyone who comes to see me. I just hope that Mira has the sense to come here. I need to speak to her. After ten minutes of nothing, I begin to get worried. But no, I hear her. Those light, almost-silent footsteps that only she could make, accompanied by two pairs of heavier footfalls, her peacekeeper escorts. The door opened. It was like a breath of fresh air to me, seeing her face. Even full of tears, her green eyes were beautiful. They were all I could see as she dashed for me, stumbling along the way. Oh Mira. Clumsy, wonderful Mira. She reached me just as the escorts shut the doors. She promptly fell to her knees. Having an attack. I should have expected it, really. I mean, this must be pretty traumatic for her. She doesn’t know that I’m coming back. District Ten hasn’t had a victor in twenty-two years. But I am winning, and I am coming back. Because she wants me too. I grab her gently by the shoulders as she kneels over on the ground, her eyes open and leaking tears. But I know she’s not seeing the soft shag carpet. Her eyes are unfocused, staring off into the distance, seeing who knows what. I kneel across from her, and put my chin on her shoulder, and whisper to her. Whisper about the day we met, the summer days by the pond, the day we first held hands. It takes ten minutes, but I finally hear her breathing change from loud and shallow to normal, and I know she’s back. But I must ask anyway. It is part of the routine.“Mira. Are you back?”“Y-yes.”“Good.”I take my chin off her shoulder and look her straight in the eyes. Her face is wet with tears, and her dark brown hair is tangled and messy. It looks like she had fallen a few times getting here. Clumsy, clumsy Mira. “Mira, you must listen to me.” I say seriously. It isn’t a good thing to be serious with her after an attack, but she has to listen. “I am going into those games. And I am going to win them. And I am going to come back. Don’t worry about me. And please, whatever you do, don‘t watch me.” Don’t watch me, I say to myself, because you know that I’ll be killing those people for you. “B-but… How will I know if you… If you… D-d-d-die?” Then her breathing turned shallow, and her eyes unfocused, and it took a few minutes of whispering to get her back to me. “Mira, are you back?”“Y-yes.”“Good.”“Mira, I won’t die. I will be home in two weeks, three weeks max. And when I come home, we can have one of those nice, big houses with the pretty gardens, in the victory village. Would you like that?” She nodded. “And I could leave the childcare center, and your mother could come and live with us, and we’ll have all the food we could ever eat. Doesn’t that sound nice?” She nods again. “So don’t worry about me. I’ll be back. I promise.”My promise seems to calm her down a little. Promises between us are sacred. Unbreakable. Just another reason why I am going to win. Than she asks the question I knew was coming. “W-w-will we be a-able to get my m-medicine?”I internally cringe. It is the one thing I have to lie to her about. Because I’m sure even the capitol doesn’t have a medicine for mental instability. Its not caused by a virus, or by genes, or by a chemical, or anything else that could be changed or undone. No, It was a traumatic experience.'' When she was ten, she and her father were working in a huge barn of cattle during a thunderstorm. It had collapsed. Her father was killed instantly. She was trapped beneath the debris, with a shattered kneecap, with only her dead dad for company. When they had finally dug her out of the rubble, four days later, she was having a one-way conversation about the rising price of pig feed with her fathers corpse. ''“Yes, Mira. I think we might get your medicine.” Luckily, I’ve never promised that I’d never lie. ''It was a few years after the barn incident when I met Mira. I was with the childcare kids, the kids without a mother or father. We had to volunteer to work to get our daily meals. One day, I volunteered at the districts only hospital. That’s where he met her. At first, I was merely interested in this strange girl, who would talk to people who weren’t there. I tried to speak to her, but the nurses would shoo me away, telling me to leave her be, she was insane. But I couldn‘t stay away. I found himself sneaking out to the hospital to talk with this strange girl. The conversations were only a few sentences long before she started talking to someone who I couldn’t see, but that was fine with me. She was my first ever friend.''“And then I’ll be normal again?” Mira asks, snapping me back to reality. “Of course you will be.” I say reassuringly. I don’t know how I’ll get around the fact that she may never be normal again. Well, I’ve already gotten over it, long ago. But I don’t know if she’ll ever get over it. ''These visits are the hospital continued for about a year. And then, suddenly, Mira started to get better. The hospital staff was amazed. They had given up on Mira long ago as a worthless cause, and never expected her to improve. But slowly, ever so slowly, she began talking to real people more than the imaginary ones. She ate more, and even got out of bed some. She hadn’t gotten out of bed in years. I’d like to think that this progress is a result of my friendship with her, but I can't be sure. ''“A-and your sure you won’t…. You won’t… Die?”“There‘s not chance in the world.” I reply. “As long as you want me here, I can’t lose…”''After another two months at the hospital, a shocked staff gave Mira a release form. She was deemed well enough to go home. She was still prone to attacks, but she was no longer considered a danger to herself. We continued being friends. We were really each others only friends. So I helped her when she had an attack, and she helped me when I felt like there was no purpose in life. Then, when we were both fifteen, I asked her to be my girlfriend. Ever since then, I’ve lived for her. Nothing I do is for myself anymore. And I love it. ''“Leroy, you have to promise me something.” Mira says. Its her turn to be serious now. “Yes?”“If you… When you come back…” She says, a blush appearing on her cheeks, “You… You’ll kiss me.”I smile at her. No, I beam at her. I smile like that stupid over-enthusiastic Kiri Gringle. We had never kissed. I had promised her that I would wait until we were both ready. Because I know that a kiss isn’t a small thing. It’s a commitment. “Promise.”Mira blushes again. She’s so cute when she does that. But then we hear footsteps out in the hall. Her eyes widen. Her breathing becomes shallow. Then a Peacekeeper comes in to take her out. “It hasn’t been an hour!” I practically yell at the man, unconsciously positioning myself protectively over Mira, who is now muttering something to someone who doesn’t exist. “No, you’ve got five more minutes, but we’ve got one more person who wants to see you.” The man says. Glancing at Mira, he asked, “What’s wrong with her?”“She’s… In shock. You know where Mrs. Hunly lives? Bring her there. She knows what to do.” Mrs. Hunly was Miras mom’s friend, and was always good at calming Mira down. “Alright…” The peacekeeper looked suspiciously at me, than at Mira, who was now laying on the ground, muttering. But despite his suspicions, he took her away. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. But that didn’t matter. I’d be back soon anyways.Then in came the person who wanted to see me. It came as a surprise, as I hardly associated with anybody other than Mira. But in came Miras mother. I hardly saw her, as she had been in quite a sorry state sense her husband died, and she hardly pays attention to Mira. But she still works and makes sure there was food on the table, so at least she’s trying. “Hello, Mrs. Munroe. How are you?”“Leroy. You have to win. You have to.” She says, ignoring my greeting. “Mira won’t be able to live if you do. And I can’t live without Mira. So you have to win.. Please.” She sounds desperate. Looks desperate. Her eyes are wide and bloodshot, and her hair is a mess. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Munroe. There is no way I would ever think about losing. I’ll be back in a three weeks, tops.” I say confidently. “I don’t know if you understand. You probably aren’t going to live. But you have to try.” She said solemnly. “Mrs. Munroe. I am winning. I am coming back. Because Mira wants me to. Nothing will be able to stop me as long as she wants me home.”Mrs. Munroe started to tear up then. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small slip of paper, only a few inches long. It was all crumpled and wrinkled. She handed it to me. “She wanted you to have this.” Then she broke out in tears, and abruptly ran from the room. I looked down onto the small, crumpled sheet of paper. There were only a few words. But they were the most beautiful words in the world. I folded the paper and put it in my pocket. A peacekeeper came and took me to the train. I kept a hard, serious mask on all through the rest of the day. I pretended to listen to Kiri Gringles lecture on tributes manners. I pretended to care about meeting my mentor, a man named Kenneth Lenard. I pretended that I was scared I’d have to kill Kyrie Oleal, the girl from my district. But that was all pretend. Inside, I just thought about the words on the paper in my pocket. And I know now, more than ever, I have to win. For those words. I love you.-Mira Munroe. _________________________________________________________________________________________  Hai, peeps! This is jacob55111 here! Well, I know this may be the most random thing you've ever seen in your life, and probably one of the worst written, but I was bored, wanted to write, and had hunger games on the mind. AND my games arn't full yet! So what was I to do? Well, I decided to write a little story about one of my self-made tributes, Leroy Noks. I beleive he's currently entered into tacosalads Games, which you should all go check out right now because tacosalad a beast. :D  Idk. If I wanted to really put some time into this, two or three days or something, I could have made this up to the level of writing I usualy operate at. But as it is, it probably only makes sence in my head. Seriously. I probably forgot a good chunk of it and all you are like 'wut?' :P   It was random and spontaneous and done in an hour and a half. So tell me what you think, (be honest!) and alert me of any mistakes please! Thx bye :3 ''Everything on this page written by me, jacob55111, including the poem at the begining. ''