#xmacabre

𝒮𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒫𝑜𝓈𝓉- 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒

𝐸𝓈𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓈. Her luck was awful. Of course she got picked. But what was left for her in district 3. A family life full of neglect. A childhood full of ignorance. She was more than a oops baby. Maybe if she made it out alive, she could prove herself as such. She sighed as she pulled on a wristband and released it, causing a sting on her wrist. She kept doing it, increasing the stimulus on her wrist. She looked around as her heart palpated at an accelerated rate. She didn’t know what to think. How to feel. She wanted to be scared. But fear does nothing positive in her eyes. She had to remember this is real, and that if she doesn’t play her cards right. Her days were numbered. She looked over at a young woman and looked away immediately. Social hour wasn’t a thing. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”