~separation anxiety [[ellea banks, day one]]

I don't know what happened, where I made a wrong turn, how it happened, but soon enough I was all alone. The silence was frightening, much more frightening than the time I was home alone and I heard noises outside of my house. There, it was just a mere raccoon, though now I knew I wouldn't be as lucky. There were twenty three others out there, many of which had the intention of killing anyone in site. But I kept running, the floating mausoleum behind me a reminder of the terror I faced. I hope Curtis is okay, along with the Wolfe's, but I couldn't help but feel something terrible had happened. Curtis was in critical shape when we ran, I remembered that much. He could have bled out, or somebody could have made a quick move over Aria, or poor Bran...

My fears were interrupted as I reached the bank of a river. The murky waters slowly churned as it flowed into what appeared to be a sinister looking cavern. My blood ran cold, my hands starting to shake. Should I wait for my alliance, or begin the venture across the river by myself? Perhaps they were across already, on the other side in that mysterious garden. They also could be hiding out in the cavern. I didn't know what to do, my mind was racing, I was just so conflicted. My feet gave way and I slumped against the cool grown, tears slowly spiraling down my face into the muddy river. I never felt so alone, so fearful for my own safety. Oh, how I wish I was back in District Five, laying in the arms of Ashton Oliver Kingsley in his room atop the large tower beside my house. I wish I was sitting beside my family in front of a Christmas tree, unwrapping the presents as anxiously as I did when I was just a child.

And then it hit me. The Greek inspired uniforms, the intimidating river leading into the hazardous looking cavern, the garden and the field of flowers. I remember reading about all of this in the library, one of my favorite places to hide away in my district. And if it was true, then this body of water represented none other than the River Styx. The cavern must be the entry to the Underworld. I quickly turned around, fearful of someone watching me, though I didn't see anyone in site. I opened up my bag, pulling out the lone item; a crowbar. This was possibly the worst weapon I could have picked up, though I really had no other option. And as if my thoughts were heard, a parachute began to slowly fall to my location. My eyes lit up as I saw the gleam of the sunlight reflect the blade. It was my very own knife, sent directly from my guardian angel. "Thank you, Lethe." Perhaps my luck was turning around after all. My eyes scanned the river, the same river that granted Achilles immortality. It couldn't have the same effect, but...I couldn't not try. it was far too tempting. Without another thought, I grasped my blade tightly in my right hand as I submerged my left into the murky water.