Ramé (n.) something that is chaotic and joyful at the same time.
They'd all describe my life as blessed. I wouldn't. I'd say my life was ramé.
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"Olivia Jones! Olivia come on up!" the shrill voice of district two's escort Cora echoes around my head. I watch as a small girl with white hair steps forward visibly shaking.
"Now, does anyone want to volunteer?" Cora shrieks in her capitol accent. I try to step forward but my feet feel like they're stuck in quicksand. I open my mouth to yell "I volunteer" but no sound comes out. I pray that someone will speak up. Everyone in the academy knows Liv, they know she is barely twelve and that she is ill. If she went in she'd die instantly, the careers would never accept her and if it came to it the male tribute would leave her to save his own skin. I look around shocked that no one wants to volunteer but still no one speaks up. I keep trying to scream for Liv or that I volunteer but nothing comes out. I can't make a sound.
I wake up drenched in sweat, tears staining my face. I can't stop shaking; I try to focus on my breathing just like DR. Renslayer told me to do. Nope. Not working. Just more capitol lies.
"Taking Uncle Haymitch's advice." I laugh as I stumble into the bar compartment, "I've almost hit rock bottom" I take a swig of brandy before immediately picking up a knife and swinging it at the person who has attempted to creep up on me.
"Come on princess you know you love me" Brutus pauses as I stab the knife into the table by his hand before hesitantly continuing "however deep down that love may be buried." I smirk safe in the knowledge that no matter how cocky he acts Brutus will always be scared of me when I'm holding anything that could remotely be used as a weapon. "So tell me Cassie what would make you hit rock bottom? It's obviously not the nightmares." I take another swig of brandy savouring the sting of the liquor in my throat.
"If I ever felt compelled to take the advice of the morphing's, then I will have hit rock bottom." I chuckle passing the bottle to my fellow brunet. "We're here" I sigh slumping onto one of the compartments several sofas.
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Promises
General Fiction"I made a promise that I'd get her out. I've failed the only bloody person I have left" -- Cassie's dreams are plauged with nightmares of her past. The train rides she has to take always seem to make them worse. Dreams of broken promises and what if...
