Rush x Monday
Rush began to lose his mind. Bursts of dread and hysteria kept washing over him and he was officially out of cigarettes. Good thing there was no shortage of bottles in the Capitol. Rush snatched a mostly full bottle of dark liquor and pushed out into the hallway.
He stopped in front of the large windows that lined the walls around him. This feeling of not knowing where he is has never been at the peak it’s reached here. Frustrated and unwilling to take control at the moment, rush delivered himself to the elevator where he sat motionless on the ground. He watched as the doors shut in front of him, enclosed in this tiny room of mirrors with only the faint hum of electricity. Here he waited, for a few minutes, until the elevator began to rise.
He took a large drink from the bottle as the number ‘11′ lit up just before the doors opened, revealing a...child.
“oh my god.” He whispered.
