you can cry tomorrow [80th Victors Ball]
Jan 10, 2019 23:27:41 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Jan 10, 2019 23:27:41 GMT -5
There is nothing more that she could do now.
She was celebrating, something that she didn’t want to celebrate.
But that wasn’t her choice.
Her stylist looked at her and told her just how beautiful she was, and Annie couldn’t look at herself because she was disgusted with the human that she saw before her.
Even though everyone got to live, she still had to kill in order to get to this point, and while she had trained for it her whole life, she realized that after taking her first life just how awful it really was to kill someone.
The feeling of a sword ripping into skin like a hot knife to butter will be engrained into her memory until the day she died, and she hated it.
She wanted the chance to be normal, but that would never happen now that she was known across the nation as the victor of the 80th hunger games. It was weird, looking out the window of her lavish apartment to see her face on hung banners for the capitolites to fawn over like it she was the second coming.
She didn’t deserve fame for what she did. She deserved to be locked up in a prison for the atrocities that she committed, but that was not up to her, no.
Nothing would be up to her here. Not unless she decided to never come back to the capitol for the rest of her days.
That wouldn’t be able to happen though until she either met a fate that let her disappear from existence, or until the next year followed and Annie would be casted to the side for the next victor to take her place.
And as the stylist tightened the corset around her stomach, she prayed that time would come sooner than later.
She was told to be there on time, mostly because they wanted her to meet so many people in one night. Annie didn’t care for any of it, and to be quite frank, Annie just wanted peace and quiet.
She wanted to rip off the dress that she was wearing, an exact replica of the dress she wore in the arena except a different fabric that felt more comfortable, and lock herself in the room that divided her from the rest of the world. However, there were many other people in the room that she knew was put there to make sure that she showed up on time and properly to boot.
After all, she was now the capitol’s property, even if they didn’t say it exclusively to her.
It broke her heart as someone started to play with her hair, pulling it and teasing it to make it stay up in the bun they had created.
Annie rolled her eyes as the same person said she had beautiful cheek bones, wishing she had a knife on her person to stab them right in the eye.
She was not beautiful, she was a monster, but no one wanted to admit or treat her that way.
How was she supposed to get used to this?
She didn’t know, but she had to go along with it, and while she heard stories of other victors embracing the lifestyle, she knew many that were able to get out of the public spotlight for long periods of times.
Annie whispered hymns and psalms under her breath about being freed from the chains that now held her back.
It was like she sold her freedom to some benevolent being that promised her a new type of freedom that was better than the one she had.
But Annie soon realized that this wasn’t the case.
She did not feel like she had a choice in anything that she did, which was not what she signed up for originally.
No matter how much she thought it would get better, she knew that it probably wouldn’t, because now this was her life.
One that she had to live for the sake of living.
All she had to do was get through the night.
That’s all she had to keep telling herself.
They soon ushered her out of the room, a bodyguard on each corner of her.
She knew that she was a hot ticket item, but she didn’t realize the extremes that the capitol took to make sure that their cargo made it to places.
They treated her like she wasn’t going to be safe anywhere, like she wasn’t a career that proved her worth over and over again, that a knife was not something that she was deadly with.
Of course, they wouldn’t let her carry any weapons on her, because they did know what she could do.
The moment she got sick of everyone, she could get erratic and used them to strike people of their society down.
So Annie bit her tongue as much as she could. The taste of copper aerating her mouth and iron slipping down her throat as she kept quiet.
She kept moving along, forgetting the life she wanted and accepting the life that was going to be given to her after all.
And she stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for the moment when all the eyes would be off of her. However, that wouldn’t happen, she knew that.
Annie was the hottest thing in the capitol since Mackenzie Pryce had won the year before.
She was the newest victor, which meant there would be a ton of people that wanted to meet her, or touch her, or tell her about her new life that she did not want.
And then there were going to be people that could warn her. People that could tell her to be strong for the sake of being strong. People that were once in her shoes.
She recognized a few of them, Leon, Mackenzie, Glamour, and the list went on, but Annie had never met all of them in person, and if she was going to have to suffer through this ball, then she might as well try to get chummy with the people that she knew all too well.
And so she walked down the stairs, floating into the crowd of lost souls like she was not one of them as well and grabbed the nearest glass of champagne that she could find.
She found her way out of the gaggle of people and stood on the side, taking a minute to sip on her champagne and observe.
She knew that people would come shortly, so she had to brace herself..
She was celebrating, something that she didn’t want to celebrate.
But that wasn’t her choice.
Her stylist looked at her and told her just how beautiful she was, and Annie couldn’t look at herself because she was disgusted with the human that she saw before her.
Even though everyone got to live, she still had to kill in order to get to this point, and while she had trained for it her whole life, she realized that after taking her first life just how awful it really was to kill someone.
The feeling of a sword ripping into skin like a hot knife to butter will be engrained into her memory until the day she died, and she hated it.
She wanted the chance to be normal, but that would never happen now that she was known across the nation as the victor of the 80th hunger games. It was weird, looking out the window of her lavish apartment to see her face on hung banners for the capitolites to fawn over like it she was the second coming.
She didn’t deserve fame for what she did. She deserved to be locked up in a prison for the atrocities that she committed, but that was not up to her, no.
Nothing would be up to her here. Not unless she decided to never come back to the capitol for the rest of her days.
That wouldn’t be able to happen though until she either met a fate that let her disappear from existence, or until the next year followed and Annie would be casted to the side for the next victor to take her place.
And as the stylist tightened the corset around her stomach, she prayed that time would come sooner than later.
She was told to be there on time, mostly because they wanted her to meet so many people in one night. Annie didn’t care for any of it, and to be quite frank, Annie just wanted peace and quiet.
She wanted to rip off the dress that she was wearing, an exact replica of the dress she wore in the arena except a different fabric that felt more comfortable, and lock herself in the room that divided her from the rest of the world. However, there were many other people in the room that she knew was put there to make sure that she showed up on time and properly to boot.
After all, she was now the capitol’s property, even if they didn’t say it exclusively to her.
It broke her heart as someone started to play with her hair, pulling it and teasing it to make it stay up in the bun they had created.
Annie rolled her eyes as the same person said she had beautiful cheek bones, wishing she had a knife on her person to stab them right in the eye.
She was not beautiful, she was a monster, but no one wanted to admit or treat her that way.
How was she supposed to get used to this?
She didn’t know, but she had to go along with it, and while she heard stories of other victors embracing the lifestyle, she knew many that were able to get out of the public spotlight for long periods of times.
Annie whispered hymns and psalms under her breath about being freed from the chains that now held her back.
It was like she sold her freedom to some benevolent being that promised her a new type of freedom that was better than the one she had.
But Annie soon realized that this wasn’t the case.
She did not feel like she had a choice in anything that she did, which was not what she signed up for originally.
No matter how much she thought it would get better, she knew that it probably wouldn’t, because now this was her life.
One that she had to live for the sake of living.
All she had to do was get through the night.
That’s all she had to keep telling herself.
They soon ushered her out of the room, a bodyguard on each corner of her.
She knew that she was a hot ticket item, but she didn’t realize the extremes that the capitol took to make sure that their cargo made it to places.
They treated her like she wasn’t going to be safe anywhere, like she wasn’t a career that proved her worth over and over again, that a knife was not something that she was deadly with.
Of course, they wouldn’t let her carry any weapons on her, because they did know what she could do.
The moment she got sick of everyone, she could get erratic and used them to strike people of their society down.
So Annie bit her tongue as much as she could. The taste of copper aerating her mouth and iron slipping down her throat as she kept quiet.
She kept moving along, forgetting the life she wanted and accepting the life that was going to be given to her after all.
And she stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for the moment when all the eyes would be off of her. However, that wouldn’t happen, she knew that.
Annie was the hottest thing in the capitol since Mackenzie Pryce had won the year before.
She was the newest victor, which meant there would be a ton of people that wanted to meet her, or touch her, or tell her about her new life that she did not want.
And then there were going to be people that could warn her. People that could tell her to be strong for the sake of being strong. People that were once in her shoes.
She recognized a few of them, Leon, Mackenzie, Glamour, and the list went on, but Annie had never met all of them in person, and if she was going to have to suffer through this ball, then she might as well try to get chummy with the people that she knew all too well.
And so she walked down the stairs, floating into the crowd of lost souls like she was not one of them as well and grabbed the nearest glass of champagne that she could find.
She found her way out of the gaggle of people and stood on the side, taking a minute to sip on her champagne and observe.
She knew that people would come shortly, so she had to brace herself..
