Sanaa. // I spent my life searching for broken things from smudged glass to burning flames because I saw myself in them. I am shattered and struggling and covered and grime, I will never be the things you want me to be, I am darkness and light so bright that you do not notice. I am a beating heart. And thats all I want to be
I swallow hard. I don’t think. I just bend my knees and jump. The air howls in my ears as the ground surges toward me, expanding and growing, or I surge toward the ground, my heart pounding so fast it hurts, every muscle in my body tensing as the falling sensation drags at my stomach. The hole surrounds me as I drop into darkness.
What they want is for me to truly take on the role they designed for me. The symbol of the revolution. The Mockingjay. It isn’t enough, what I’ve done in the past, defying the Capitol in the Games, providing a rallying point. I must now become the actual leader, the face, the voice, t h ee m b o d i m e n t o f t h e r e v o l u t i o n .