psycho high / d2 train

She liked the way the train looked. The outside was sleek, metallic, and she dared herself to press her fingertips into the outside as she approached it but couldn’t bear to do it. The inside looked just as perfect as she imagined it would too— all the furniture spotless and in place, the table stocked with teas and pastries, and the floor shiny beneath her boots.

The victors were nowhere to be found, but when were they ever? She figured the Capitol probably wasn’t too happy with Cricket, seeing as how the previous Games had tilted violently in favor of the lower Districts. Delaney was going to give Two something to be proud of. She had promised her brothers, and herself, that she would, and that wasn’t something she was going to let go of easily. Her home needed something, anything, to give them hope. It had been twenty years since a victor had hailed from Two. They didn’t deserve to wait any longer.

She observed the boy who was sharing the train car with her. A Hammerfell. There’d been quite a few of those before, but there had never been a Youngblood. She was the first, and hopefully, the only. She wondered if that was something she could be proud of too.

She would wait until she won.

“Ballsy,” she said, gesturing to the boy in front of her. “I mean, volunteering for that kid. I would never.”

She was glad she’d worn something comfortable to the reaping. She stretched out on the couch in her thin button-down and tight black jeans, stretching one of her legs out and drawing the other to her chest. “So, when it comes down to it, do you think you could kill me?”

[ title from sober ii (melodrama) by lorde ]