of monsters and men — frankel.

I am trapped in a parade, pushed along against my own restraints. Confetti lost in my hair and glitter buried in every crevasse of my body. No longer am I person but a trophy for another to display in every window. Each day I turn to Teddy but there is nothing to be done, it is all but a part of it. A part of the plan of sharing a street with an old childhood friend. Neighbours again but it will take some time for me to truly call him a friend again.

All I have done is float around, with every ache it has caused, I have just stuck to the schedule. Whispers from the other floors, talk of slipping out during curfew and the mentions of contraband that are so easily accessible.

Oh I would give so much for just one drag of a cigarette or sip of liquor. Something to burn my throat, rather than the fruity smooth liquid that they have had us drinking. Fuck, they are making me soft!

A citrus scent captures me, even after all the activity in the training room, the common sour sweaty must is beaten away by the fruity aroma they have bathed me in. This isn’t me, this isn’t Parson Cham. My life right now is a sham to my true self. I came here to better myself but smelling like a fruit bowl was never a part of it.

My eyes meet the avox for a second as I slip out, he acknowledges my escape but doesn’t react to it. Maybe it is wanted, a part of the storyline for all the cameras they have mounted on the walls. How dull of a show I must be by lounging about in these quarters.

It has been an eternity since the last time I set myself loose. A serious life has lead me to autopilot and no time to pop open a dozen bottles and let my mouth flood with the gibberish that comes from booze.

Teddy says I need sponsors, I might catch the eyes of some Capitol breweries, a bottle of vodka or rum would go swimmingly in the arena.

It is barely a midnight wander and I am already captured by another. I haven’t even reached the elevator and the soft looking male secures me to a halt in the hallway.

Another wanderer that has ventured to a restricted a floor, a rule breaker trespassing on my own land. I am no snitch but rather a volunteer in this rebellious campaign.

”want to join me on my little crusade,babe?” I raise my brow at the title he gives me. My eyes must be piercing as the shock rattles in my head. Babe? Like really...

I am ready to turn around, until he attaches the word ‘booze’ to his so-called campaign. The matters of the name babe are brushed aside, I accept wholeheartedly in this adventure.

”I was about to say no until you mentioned the booze.” I clearly still carry the strong demeanour, something the escort has not stopped rattling on about. This kid wants protection, I want booze. It is a deal that I can agree to.

”Yeah sure i’ll help you, where is this booze then?”

I roll up the sleeves of the dark navy shirt, the most plain of the clothes the stylist has blessed me with. Emotions twirl with the cravings, tonight I will be venturing to many destinations...