#emilieroman

The only problem was, she wasn't mentally healing. She was broken, and she was begging for death. Which was why they put her into a coma, that lasted for a week. Once they gave her the antidote, they'd monitor her closely for a day or two, get her to talk to the therapist, Emilie, whoever else she wanted to see, and then determine if she was better off put into another one. 

Before she opened her eyes, she could hear Emilie. How long had it been since she had seen her love? A month, maybe. Definitely two or three weeks. Too long. Far, far too long. When her eyes slipped open, the first thing she noticed was how numb she felt. The drugs they had given her were strong enough to numb the pain that was all over her body, leaving her, herself, numb. Staring at the ceiling, she identified the other voices, which were outside the room. Emilie, her sister, her mother. Some others she didn't know. A nurse appeared in her view and she recoiled away, squeezing her eyes shut again. There was no where to go, restraints were on her wrists, keeping her on the bed. 

Soooophhhhh wherever you may beeeee

I don't like her, not like that. I certainly don't love her. I don't love anyone, besides from my sister. It's just me. I don't need anyone, and I don't want anyone else in my life. It's just more people to protect, more people to keep out of Snow's harm. I can't do it. It's too much. These were the thoughts that ran through Hayden's head as she pulled into the train station, after yet another week at the Capitol. She was so sore and achy and in pain, she needed to have a bath and drink wine and cry herself out. 

Getting off the train, the first person Hayden saw was Emilie. She looked so happy to have her home again. Hayden couldn't do it. She wouldn't. "I'm done," She said, walking straight past her. She didn't want to see the look on her face, because she'd burst into tears. Yet, she knew Emilie was following her silently, waiting for some explanation when they were free from the town square. 

As soon as they reached the courtyard of the victor's village, Hayden flipped around to look at her, already feeling the tears coming on. "God, Emilie, you're so stupid! Do you not know how dangerous it is? To be hanging around me all the time? What do I have to say to get it through your thick scull!" She said, feeling the tears flowing down her cheeks almost immediately. "You're just another person I have to protect now, because I care to much. But this is it. I'm done caring about you, and I'm done talking to you, I'm just done. We're done. Whatever kind of.. relationship, we had, was over. No one understands what I'm going through, no one will ever understand, and having you pretend to listen and understand and care is even worse!" 

It was the middle of the night, and Hayden was staring around her bedroom. This was the second night they were spending together, and Hayden knew better than to fall asleep. If Emilie woke up to check on her, she'd pretend to be asleep. But the minutes went by, and Emilie didn't wake, until it was close to the morning and the sun was just starting to rise.

It started with a little whimper coming from Emilie's mouth, that Hayden knew the poor girl was having a nightmare. Her finger slipped underneath her shirt, and she started to draw little shapes and circles and designs onto Emilie's smooth skin, trying to soothe her.

Would this get her into trouble? Annie seriously hoped not. But rooting through files within the President's mansion was probably not going to go down well if she was caught. Having managed to escape one night when she and Finnick were supposed to be learning about showing emotions, Annie had found the details of the still living Victors. She just needed someone other than Finnick and Mags to talk to.