A Moment of Peace-OPEN

The darkness around her made her scared. And it gave her strength. She realized what had happened and couldn't really believe it herself. She had seriously passed out on a 12 year old kid over some past memory. Maybe...she really wasn't over it yet. She noted the water at her feet. So, was this death then? Another thought told her she probably wasn't so lucky. A few idle images floated through her brain. Something about a bathtub...and a...why was she underwater?

She didn't have to process this as a gasp of air burned through her lung's though reality told her she had to have been out only a couple of minutes really. She turned her eye's away from the sunlight bleerily. The light stun her. She saw the boy standing over her, a odd Capitol looking man with a glass of water stood not far off. So...she really had done something stupid. She would have to do something else later to get her rep back she supposed.

"Well...that's not exactly the way I'd thought it would happen." She tried to get up but her head ached. She supposed it was a migraine, and laid her head back down. "Great...just bloody great." Before long the pink haired woman would come out and have another fit. That's exactly what she needed.

She forced herself to sit up, taking a drink from the glass the guy held out to her. She was starting to feel better anyway. She nodded at the guy and downed the glass, handing it back to him. "Thanks." Her dark eyes turned on the boy. "I suppose your going to tell me your theory for that, right, kid?" Her eyes still were distant, knowing thing's she couldn't say. Knowing thing's she wished she could.

"I suppose that will be in the tabloids tommorrow. Emiko Hayashi faints outside theatre! Gee...I can see it now." She rolled her eye's. She knew her big sister would probably not be too amused at the headline, nor would she laugh at Emiko's joke. But, when thing's got bad, sometimes you had to just grin and get through it.

I turned back to the boy and blew a hair out of my face. "You really think it's going to make that much difference? I'm not afraid of death. I just don't want my life to mean nothing." I studied him for a moment, wondering if this was safe to tell.

"I was...I...ok, I was abused by my past boyfriend. I used to have dream's of how he would die. He killed me...he killed who I was. And it doesn't feel like anything matters anymore. The Game's...well, I suppose it's a chance to show him that my life's not over just because he destroyed part of me, he also helped me. Feelings...they get you killed. I try not to let them show. But, sometimes have to let it go. Sometimes I wonder if I had gone that night I tried to hurt myself...if I had gone all the way...would I have been better off? Who am I really anymore? I just feel like I'm somebody's puppet who tends to lose control of the string's. Have you felt like that?"

I wanted another cigarette but decided against it. My, I was sounding philosophical today, wasn't I? I looked around and spotted Miyuki lounging outside. I supposed my sister was there to make sure I didn't do anything else stupid. Her dark eyes and stand-offish figure said she had made a kill recently. Though I knew I was the only one who could have detected that. To most they would probably wonder what she was angry about and leave her alone.