do YOU hurt too? [[open]]

Around people, you appear to be fine, but really, you're afraid. You're afraid of people betraying you, being yourself, or maybe falling in love. Sometimes you are easily frightened by little thing and secretly wish someone would notice so they could help you, or maybe for someone to always be there so you would never have to be alone.

Love is dead. With a great flourish of one of her long, willowy hands and a particular mental stomp Brittney usually only reserved for when she was thinking about how incredibly horrendous the government ruling over Panem was, Brittney Dreamer made this mental-statement. Had it been only a few years ago that men gave flowers to the women they loved, and saying I love you, was not just another milestone in a relationship that only was important because it gave ever so boring little Capitol-heiresses something interesting to talk about. For all Brittney knew, love had died hundreds of years ago when North America was thrown into a chaos and the world as it was known, seized to exist.

"Gahh!" Brittney exclaimed, not even caring if she sounded like a caveman or worse--a studly, sturdy, stupid career-guy! After a few moments of having been able to keep her thoughts away from icky love, Brittney found herself on the popular subject once more. It had all started when Mariah Black, a darling little girl at the tender, sweet age of sixteen had told Brittney that love was life.

"Oh no Mariah," Brittney had used her sweet falsetto, Capitol-voice to speak to the ignorant little sister of her 'friend' who was sitting on a lush, velvet couch all alone at one of the most beautiful Hunger Games themed party Dreamer had ever been to.
"Mariah, if love was life than we'd all be dead..." she finished, her voice faltering. At that moment, Dreamers head was up in the clouds, or rather all the way across the country in a nice little place called District Thirteen. She was remembering the nice boy she had dated for a few weeks before he found out she was from the Capitol. Heart-broken, Brittney had seized to believe in love, as she knew she would never ever find it within the boundaries of her fine city, or at District Thirteen. Dreamer just didn't belong with anybody...
"Thats not true Britt. You're just a bitter old woman!" Mariah had cried, as tears Brittney had not noticed until that moment, stained her bright pink dress. A deep frown set in, and Brittney groaned. 'Great, Ive just ruined whatever hopes and dreams Mariah has of finding love. Ive just created another bitter old-woman in the making.' The thought made Britt giddy, she felt slightly bad about having just shattered the younger girls night, but also was pleased with her handy-work. People needed to be angry, the citizens of the Capitol needed to rise up against the government, and one more angry teen was one more person filled with passionate, brooding, revolutionary thoughts...

Looking back on the memory, chills traveled up and down her spine. Had Dreamer really been that horrible? She took one shaky breath, paused on the sidewalk and shook her head slowly. Yes, she had. Dreamer felt herself pick up the pace and started to nearly run back to her adorable, gorgeous little condo. It was all the rebellions fault! She had been left alone for months, no contact with the outside world and a majorly ditzy group of friends as her only company. Some people would say Britt was depressed, Mariah had probably run off to find her sister and cried about how terrible Ms. Dreamer had been, how she deserved to go back to the hospital in District Two.

That exact moment was the one that Dreamer started to pay attention not the outside world. Deep within her mind, she had heard a noise, she had seen a shadow and know her senses were on high alert. Britt kept her hands hovering near the knife she kept concealed in her jacket, and continued to walk as though she had not heard a mysterious person following her...

ooc- well that as the worst ending to a thread ever ^^ I'm too distracted by the fantabulous C-Box convo/wanting food.