through fire and flames {mylee VT}

For the longest time life never made sense. Hopeful dreams crashed around with the cracks of every thunder and bolt of lightning, and yet I'm somehow still here living in a world smothered by tarnished realities. It's such a lonely street, but it's how I like it. Nobody around, and I can stop and stare as often as I want. Not many care, but maybe the pain of losing someone isn't there. It's just a feeling. A tingling in my hands and feet as I force myself forward.

Life is precious, and it's something I took for granted. Not once did the possibility of death linger before my eyes until life threw a brick at me slamming it hard against my face. A broken heart lingers inside barely beating. It hurts; however, as days go on the pain slowly goes away. Maybe it's just the loss of feelings in general. Not caring whether or not I live or die.

Sometimes it feels like the life is slipping from my hands. We finally won, but at the same time it's a bitter sweet victory. With the fame and fortune of having a victor wearing a crown comes with the broken reality of never seeing those I care for ever again. But I'm used to it. Lily and Paige. Both of them volunteered. Then Gentian and Eva.

One can become used to death right?

The pain goes away?

Maybe?

Or am I just playing pretend by living in a make believe world?

It's what I do the best according to mom. She wants me to smile, to carry myself with pride, but it's hard. Wearing a smile hurts, and I feel like it is just a burden.

But as I turn a corner into a more busy part of the district, I see her. At least I think it's her. Shouldn't be hard to miss her should it? What can I do though? Insult her on winning the hardest games of all? Mom would kill me if I tried, yet talking isn't what I do the best. It's not easy.

Taking a deep breath, I allow as much air as possible to fill my lungs, and with every exhale, I take a step forward. Stopping just a few feet away, I remember to smile - wearing a fake one is better than nothing.

Time stands still;

"Hello," A broken heart claws at my chest begging for an escape, "Miss Leviane, it's a pleasure."

Isn't it?