"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...
"Friends are Angels that lift us up to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."
SONG OF THE CHAPTER|| We must be killers by Mikki Echo.
TW- MENTION OF PROSTITUTION.
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"SHE'S WAKING UP." said a muffled voice.
"Really? I thought she would have been out longer" Another voice replied.
Ataraxia's eyes fluttered open, taking in her surrounding she saw a lot of medical equipment. Soon she noticed she was in a hospital gown, looking around, confused, "What happened?" She muttered.
"Do you, not remember?" One of the doctors said.
"No-" Ataraxia began, but was interrupted by an immense pain in her head as memories of the 68th hunger games flashed through her mind.
"Oh god." She mumbled.
"What the fuck have I done?"
Ataraxia slowly sat up and pulled out the IV connected to her arm. "I wouldn't-" One of the men started but Ataraxia cut them off.
"Give me a minute alone please?" She asked, not looking at them.
"Of course mrs. Blake." They both exited the room.
Ataraxia stood from her place on the bed and walked to the full length mirror in the corner. She gently lifted up her gown and miraculously, all of her scars and open wounds where gone. Except for the faint line above her eyebrow from Callahan and the long gash on her abdomen. It would probably be there a while, Forever reminding her of Willow and what she had done. I need to find Finnick.
Ataraxia exited the hospital room, not caring much that she looked like shit. She ran down the halls, desperate to find a familiar face. Worried looks She soon began to recognize the halls as she ran. Ataraxia spotted an elevator and started to slow down, She aproached the metal doors and pressed the button.
Almost immediately the doors opened and she stepped inside. Her finger gently touched the button for the fourth floor, hoping that this was, in fact, the tribute center and not just some random hospital. The elevator moved upwards so slowly that it felt like years had passed by when the doors finally let her out. She walked onto the floor, thankfully it was the district four quarters.
Ataraxia looked around, but nobody was there. She then heard voices coming from the living room, a man and a woman. She quickly dashed into the room and two startled pairs of eyes met hers. "Ataraxia! Your finally awake!" Millia said, smiling warmly as she stood up and hugged her.
"Yeah, We had begun to think you never would." Haymitch- The man in the room- stated, hugging her as well. "He's on the roof" He whispered in her ear during the embrace. Ataraxia nodded a quick thank you to Haymitch and trudged over to her room, she quickly changed her clothes into a simple pair of black leggings and a black tank top with wildflowers ironed onto it. She put her hair into a quick and easy ponytail and slipped on her shoes before darting back to the elevator and pressing the button.
