Bubbles (HenryXSoap)

And there’s more to life than taking this pain and
There’s more to gain when you’re out there being insane.
Being sane, that’s another thing.
That’s another thing baby.

I sit with my legs folded below me, my gaze glaring down into the beef stew the capitol feeds me. My heart flickers weakly in my chest as I listen to the snippets of conversation around me- friends, companions.

All poised to kill one another in the upcoming days.

The soup makes a loud splash as I drip it from my plastic spoon back into the bowl, staring back into my reflection. I sit alone, at my table and shiver at the man staring back into my eyes- that is not me.

My head lifts, and I cast my gaze away, pushing the tray away from my trembling form. I do not like being alone, if I can help it- though I feel like that's all I am here. Alone. Talking with others helps to keep him away, prevent his input on every little thing.

'You should eat that.'

His whisper rests thick in my ear, and a hand rises to my hair to scratch him away.

No.

I cringe as images flash through my mind, of blood from previous games. 'You need your strength. Eat it. Unless you want to be weak starting in.'

What's the point? I'm bound for death anyway.

'Insufferable.'