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System Overload: Chapter Twelve

Kamalyn

She likes me back. She likes me back. She likes me back. How? It's something I didn't think would come true, but it did. And some part of me feels restored. I smile and wiggle my toes, wishing that I could get out of bed without falling over.

I've asked repeatedly to see Iris again, but every time I'm told 'no' because she'll try to kill me again. It makes sense, but I still don't like it. Iris wouldn't do that, but that's what I thought last time and she did. Though to be quite honest, last time there wasn't much time for thinking because I was out cold in a couple of seconds.

I circle my wrist a little, flex my fingers and pick up a pen and a sheet of paper. Hopefully I can write again, it means that I don't have to wait for one of the nurses to write for me.

I can write again! Feels much better. Now I don't have to wait for someone else to write for me! Anyway, I'm glad that you turned down the offer of going home. It would be so much better if we left together, but after that we would have to split ways and go home to our own Districts, which sucks, and then we would be locked in competition every year, trying to keep children alive, which also sucks.

I miss you.

K xx

If she didn't get that hint then something is wrong with her. But it's true, what I wrote. We would be stuck in competition, year after year, and there would be no time for each other. Maybe I'm most productive at three in the morning.

With a sigh, I tense up the muscles in my legs and wish I was walking. Things get boring very easily here. One of the many reasons that I can't sleep. Another being pain, anxiety, lack of exercise and of course my crippling depression. The best part.

My mind starts wandering back to District 4, seven years ago, when I started training at the academy.

Why is everyone so bad? Even I'm better than them, and they're an entire year older than me.

"Hi," says a girl in the queue behind me, "what's your name? I'm Coral, and I like swimming."

"Hi. I'm Kamalyn, and I like killing."

She seems so... unsurprised for an eight year old.

"Are you good with throwing knives?" She asks as we move closer to the front of the queue.

"I could kill you with one right now."

Coral is just so unfazed at my comments.

We reach the front and I grab some knives. Now is the time to show everyone who I am, and how superior my skills are.

Bullseye.

Score.

"Maybe you could kill me," Coral smiles, "but maybe I could kill you."

And she throws her knife right next to mine.

That's how we became the most skilled eight year olds in the gym.

Ayup. It's Rose, publishing this chapter because Katherine is busy being a bar lady and having karaoke night. 

Also I've got to point out that. Katherine. You've spelt the title of the google doc for this story wrong. HOW?!

*sweating intensifies* author's notes are hard... 

Just remember that you reading this are amazing and I love you and get a good night's sleep tonight <3

But seriously sleep is good for you. 

-Rose :D