my heart to break | [Mylee]
Apr 16, 2020 21:53:26 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Apr 16, 2020 21:53:26 GMT -5
“Your place or mine?”
That was the last thing she remembered as she woke up in the morning. She felt comfortable, but less comfortable as she would have if she hadn’t woken up with a throbbing temple. She still hadn’t been too used to drinking the amount this she did last night. She had been able to at least train herself to be conscious, even when she slamming back glasses quicker then throwing knives out of hand.
Maybe she had always been the type of girl who would put herself in the riskiest of situations? She put herself in tons of them is she was being honest with herself. She did survive the Hunger Games after all, even if everyone else in her games did as well. She would have made it out alone as well, and that was something that she could take away from her games. Sure, other victors still didn’t like her, but that was another conversation that she could have another day, with other people that wanted to view her situation in different way. Of course, most of them didn’t give a shit. They wanted her for other reasons. They didn’t care about her objectively petty problems. They just wanted her star quality, the light that emanated off of her as she fought tooth and nail. Her sanity and her well-being did not matter when she could have shed blood.
But it never hurt the same way.
She opened her eyes finally and looked up at the ceiling, trying to catch her thoughts before she tried to pull herself out of bed. She knew that the capitol had special medicine that could cure of her of whatever hangover she was about to feel, but that wasn’t her worry. Instead, she sat up, pressing her back to the headboard of the bed and grabbing a bottle of water that she left there for occasions when she knew she would drink herself under the table. She took a long sip before finally rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Those words were playing quite loudly in her ear now, but she wasn’t sure who exactly she came home up. The joys of drinking till you just cant she supposed. Her vision was still a little hazy, but it was time to probably wake them up and get them out of her apartment so she could get back on with her day.
Annie wasn’t always proud of having tristes when she had always claimed that her heart was unattainable. She kept it locked under key and thrown in the oceans of four if she was being honest. If someone wanted to brave the depths of the darkest parts of the ocean, then she welcomed them. Most people realized quickly that she was not worth all the trouble, just like her father had told her when she was growing up.
She wished he would choke every day of her life.
However, she took another swig of water and finally took the chance to look over at the other side of the bed, and that’s when she realized that Shelby Levaine had been the lady of the evening. She began to cough vigorously as she felt water slip into her lungs. She tried to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t wake her, but Annie knew better. She was being an asshole at this point. There was no way that she wasn’t waking.
Annie had no clue how to even approach this, as now there was a woman in her bed that she knew was just as deadly as her. She could remember some of the conversation they had the day before, and none of it was anything they probably wanted to share with each other. Why did victors always have to share their scars like they were for everyone? Annie never understood it, but she participated in it willingly. It was like she needed to say something, and sometimes her mouth worked in ways that ended up in situations like this.
She hated herself for that.
She took a deep breath, figuring that her moments of silent would now be disrupted by noises that she wasn’t sure she was ready to hear. She needed to put herself out her head for a moment, realizing now that she was only covered by the comforter on her bed. However, in some odd respect, so was Shelby. She didn’t know how this was going to go down, and she knew that not speaking would have made it even more awkward. ”Soooo… Water?” Annie said with a small smile forming on her lips as she grabbed another bottle of water from the other end of the night stand.
They had time to hash out all of the details, no matter how much Annie didn’t want to admit that.