We're All Mad Here [Wonder] BLITZIN.

And I am sitting there, no really there at all. And then someone comes and sits beside me and I look up at them and smile. Because people are good. Not all people, no, not my parents. But most people. So I smile and the person does not see, and then I see them as they take something and swallow it. And then I watch the sanity drip from their eyes like it never was in mine and I think, maybe I have found someone like me. Not right. I know I'm not right but that's okay, because I'm more right than anyone else and I don't understand anything and everything and I do. You see, those words coming to me now are simply a jumble and they make no sense. But what I'm thinking is that maybe this boys words are the same.
He has these magic candies to make him free. I smile at him and move a fraction closer.
"Hello. I'm Aisley." I think I say, but I might not have at all. I'm not sure, sometimes I don't hear the words coming from my lips.

I wonder what the words look through through this boys eyes. It seems that those eyes of his are sliding back and forth, out of control with happiness and I wonder what great things that he can see through them and I wonder if I too will be able to see those things. Maybe something happened to him too that made him see the word with such a smile, not like the other ones who sulked and moaned. Darius, he is. I smile at this, not because it is funny but because he is Darius, and Darius is smiling, too. I look at the candy in his hands and think that maybe it was the candy that made him see the happy things, rather than his trouble-making parents being killed before his eyes and I wonder. I wonder.
"What is it that Darius sees?" I say. And I smile.

And Darius reels back from my words. Not physically, no, I think he is a little beyond that, but I can feel him mentally withdrawing, shying away from my intrusiveness. Sometimes I feel the same way; like the words are too bright, stabbing, sharp and I can't cope with them so I shut them away and think of happy thoughts, like the thud of a bad bad body hitting the floor. Like a smile. Like the breeze on my cheeks, the scent of blood so faint that only I know about the cows being slaughtered upwind. So I know what Darius feels, I can see that he cannot tell me what he sees, so I slip my cold fingers into his hands to take a piece of the happy candy that makes him smile so.
"Show me." I whisper, so soft that for once I know exactly what I have said.

The boy murmors something and tosses a tiny bag to the ground. It lands just beside my feet and I look at the candy inside, greedily wondering about the happiness it brings. Only sugar, just sugar. I smile and laugh, even though nothing at all is funny. And then I remember something mama said a long long time ago, about never accepting candies from strangers. And then I think that mama lied so many times to me - said the Capitol were bad people, said that in the games children died. No, no, they are not dead, they live forever in happiness, laughing about how people believe their story of passing on with a sword in their side.
Only I really understand the way that it works. Death. Not real, not the end.
Just lies fed on by terrible people who want to make everything seem so bad, even though it is a smiley place, this world. I pick up the little bag and take a pill, and then the world spins right out of focus and I fall back in the grass without another word.