#damagedxsiren

[ @damagedxsiren ]

A year after his own games, and the night terrors still destroyed him each night. They would never go away. Not when he would relive it every year. He had volunteered, he had asked for it right? He wanted the pride, the glory, but at what cost? He had killed so many people. 

Now, Annie Cresta, the girl he had mentored had won. He should be proud, but he was scared for her. He had barely survived winning his own games, could she? Moving from his bed on the train, steps carried him to the room of the newest victor. They were going home. 

          it took every ounce of strength narcissa had not to ATTACK annie,            the poor district four girl who went MAD after her games;; the poor stupid           girl who decided it would be a good idea to aid THE MOCKINGJAY in           her petty little rebellion. how one could lose their goddamn mind after           being crowned a glorious  ( v i c t o r ), and how one though it was a           good idea to rebel again THE CAPITOL, was a mystery to narcissa.           so, you see a few people DIE -- - and you kill a few yourself, what was           the big deal? 

          annie looked just as mentally unstable as everyone claimed her to be.           realization crept up on narcissa, causing her to GRIN. what could be            more fun than TORMENTING a mad girl? 

                                      ❝ annie. annie. ms. annie;                                                 someone is looking rather UNSTABLE today. ❞