Your Lies Keep You Alive [D7 Train]

"Misery, misery is the venom in my brain
Killin' me, killin' me but I don't feel the pain
Running from something that I can't really explain
Misery, misery is the venom in our veins"

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Going from the Justice Building to immediately boarding the train was such a quick whirlwind. One minute I was talking with Galley, and the next minute Peacekeepers were escorting me into a luxurious train car. Upon entry, I grabbed some strange fruit I'd never seen before off of a tray and then took a seat across from Sorrel, the girl who'd been reaped in the female slot before I volunteered for the male slot.

I wasn't generally one to spark conversation, so I kept to myself as I sat there, eating my fruit. I didn't have a whole lot on my mind. It wasn't like this was anything unexpected for me, after all. I'd planned on volunteering for years. I just hadn't gotten around to it until now. This girl, on the other hand, hadn't volunteered. She was probably still taking everything in and might've been in some sort of state of shock. That, or she might've been happy about it. I didn't know. I wasn't in her head, after all. I didn't really care, either, though.

Once I finished eating whatever the strange fruit was that I'd been eating, I tossed the remainder of it at the trashcan, making it in successfully, to my own surprise. I smirked.

"Score," I commented in response to myself having made my shot.

Then, I leaned back in my seat a smirk still across my face, crossed my arms and looked out the window of the train. Everything seemed to speed by so quickly, which was something I'd never seen before. It was actually quite cool, but I obviously wouldn't make that sort of comment aloud. No one needed to know what thoughts were going through my head.

Expressing your thoughts to anyone around you that you were going to be heading into the arena with could be dangerous, even if they were simple, stupid little thoughts. They didn't need to know how your brain worked. Unfortunately, it was sometimes difficult for me to refrain from making sarcastic comments, so I supposed I'd see how well I did with all of that.

I remained silent as I sat there. If this girl wanted anything out of me, which I wasn't even sure if she did, she'd have to start the conversation herself somehow. I didn't care whether she made a comment or not. She may have been from home, but that didn't mean I had to care about what she thought, felt or wanted.

I didn't even usually care that much for my family, much less a stranger.

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table lyrics: "Venom" by Icon For Hire
title lyrics: "The Drug In Me Is You" by Falling In Reverse

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