Bittersweet memories [Storm Siana semi-blitz]

Siana Felies

Does | "Says" | "Someone else says" | Thinks

We'll never be royals, royals
It don't run in our blood
that kind of love just ain't for us
we crave a different kind of buzz

Darkness envelopes me as I gain consciousness from a dreamless sleep. I've slept well the last two nights I've been here but it's been very quiet, no sounds have penetrated the walls of my room when I'm used to hearing the muffled snores of my family and the soft purrs of Delany as she sleeps next to my head. I allow myself to just float in the darkness between unconsciousness and consciousness for a few moments before a growling in my stomach forces me to blink open my eyes and face the new day. There's little natural light in the room where I'm staying but I don't mind it, it's kind of nice not being woken up by the sun.

Cold water rains over me as I take a cold shower and do my hair. It's refreshing and wakes me up. I get out of the shower and find my training outfit laid out for me. Well, I guess it's one less choice to make I decide. I slip the fabric over my head and body before making my way out to the dining hall. The grumbling in my stomach does not cease. I pick up a croissant and smear some butter on it, I have a craving for pastry. The croissant melts in my mouth and I smile, enjoying the rich taste of it.

Once I'm finished eating, I call the elevator and step into it. Since coming here, it's been one of my least favorite things because like I've probably stated before, I hate heights. Just relax, it's only a few flights, you'll be to the bottom before you know it I tell myself, trying to calm my breath. I've never liked heights. I close my eyes and wait for the elevator to open. When it does, I can't explain the feeling of relief that washes through me as I step into the training gym. Tomorrow, I take the god damned stairs I won't though, that's the problem. I'll just keep taking that damned glass elevator again. Why the hell did they make the elevator all glass anyways, do they not realize that maybe some tributes are afraid of heights? I feel annoyance claw at my stomach as I stalk over to one of the training stations. I should probably practice with some axes or something.

Just as I'm about to start practicing, I notice the boy from district nine sitting alone. I wonder why he's on his own I think, tossing one of the axes. It embeds itself into the stomach of a dummy and I feel a little bit better. This training will hopefully help me get some of my annoyance out. I retrieve the axe and throw again, this time hitting the dummy in the head, an instant kill. much better I think, putting the axe back on the table. I pad towards the boy from nine cautiously, not sure whether he wants some company or not. "Hey, mind if I join you?" I ask.

Let me be your ruler, ruler
you can call me queen bee
and baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy

Credit to Dreams for the lovely Graphic^^