"You don't play with fire,
unless you wanna get burned,
wanna get burned."
-Grace Vanderwaal.
Ataraxia Blake has absolutely no one left. nobody she cares about. when young Lilliana get reaped for the 68th Hunger games, Ataraxia feels as if she sho...
"If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others, then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself"
-Nikita Gill.
SONG OF THE CHAPTER|| Part of me by Cian Ducrot||
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ATARAXIA AND CALLAHAN WALKED INTO THE TRAINING ROOM, Millia and Finnick had talked to Callahan, the usual scolding. "You can't do that! It's against the rules". Though Ataraxia was pretty sure Finnick just watched and let Millia take over on all of the serious stuff. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would take anything seriously.
Callahan went straight to knife throwing, He won't even get one target. Ataraxia thought to herself. Well, maybe one. If he's lucky. She quickly revised her thought, watching Callahan intently.
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Well, Ataraxia was correct. Callahan handled a knife exactly like how she'd imagine a cat on steroids would. He threw the first knife and surprisingly he made it pretty close to the target, but it hit the wall right behind it. The rest of his knifes where way off. One even ended up in the game makers booth. He was aiming for a target on the other side of the room.
"Wow. Your partner really can't throw for shit, can he?" A girl who looked about 17 asked.
"Not really." Ataraxia responded. "Back when he told our mentors he was good with a knife, I said he probably threw like a cat on steroids."
The girl scoffed, "Guess you were right." She turned to Ataraxia.
"I'm Willow. District seven. If you, couldn't tell from the tree name" She laughed.
"I'm Ataraxia."
"Oh, District four?" Willow asked.
"Yep, How could you guess?" She asked sarcastically.
"I don't know, maybe I saw it on a certain reaping channel our mentors made us watch" Willow shrugged, matching her sarcasm.
Ataraxia gasped dramatically, "You saw that too?"
"Yup. Stupid mentors. Wait- Your mentor's Finnick Odair right?"
"One of them." Ataraxia mumbled.
"You are so lucky! I'd give anything to have him as a mentor. Even just a conversation with him.. He's so hot!" Willow stated.
"Yeah, well, He may be hot, but he's a complete dick." Ataraxia muttered.
"Most men are."
she scoffed. "No kidding."
♡
For the past few nights Ataraxia hadn't been able to bring herself to sleep. At least, not a dreamless one. Every time she dozed off for even just a moment, she would wake up breathing heavily, or screaming, the games where getting to her, and she hadn't even gone in yet.
