trouble {ree/titus blitz}

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The biggest mark I left in that training centre was failure and now food's the closest thing to a band-aid I got for my fragile pride.

The Fer family's never been one for starving, with a house that rivals basically a mansion and generations of wealth underneath our belts we've always been pretty lucky, minus the tragedy I suppose. No, we've never been ones for starving unlike some of the unfortunate souls I've seen. Starvation ravaging their realities and leaving them gaunt just like the drugs did to mine -- only difference is I ruined clipped my wings and ruined my reality by choice. They're just unlucky or incredibly stupid.

Funny how some of them struggle to feed their families but still somehow managed to come up with enough cash to watch waste away at the betting tables.

We never see the value of food until there's either not enough of it or you realize you might never get the chance again and damn it I probably won't. Fuck, the food back in the Fer house was nothing compared to this. Whenever I overate I was doing it so I could strifle the munchies, or line my stomach after emptying my guts along the floor. But now I can consume food for greed and not need -- it's almost like a last meal before carrying out my death sentence.

It terrifies me, the idea of it all being ripped away at a moment's notice with a flash of a blinding blade.

I catch him in the corner of my eye, another boy with what looks like a nine sewn on his shirt and he's all alone. Back at school I might've laughed at a poor kid like this sitting all by himself with no one to talk to but I guess I'm in the same boat as him now. Fuck. I walk over and put my tray opposite him.

"So, I'm guessing you're a regular at this place." I chuckle so that at least someone's laughing at my joke.

It's easier to laugh.