𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 ༄ 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗋

chapter one

- DESIRABLE -

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HER DREAMS WERE always so bloody. Laced in darkness and drowned by her own haunting memories, Nadia was a mess of ragged breaths and muffled cries.

Not for a minute, not even for a second could she escape once her friend's cold, blue eyes took over her subconscious... And the blade that ended his life.

Her cries go ignored and her eyes begin to hurt from how tightly she wound them shut, but not even that could distract her from the ever-increasing and intense pain that consumed her.

     "No, no, no..." She mumbled with a wince in her brow, eyes squeezed shut as she trembled, her fingers twisting in her sheets with a vice-like grip.

     "I'm sorry." He whimpered through gritted teeth, the boy not seeing straight as he failed to notice Nadia reaching for the knife.

Darkness in wake of her slumber only ever brought her back to that fateful moment when her innocence was shattered into nothing but broken fragments of hope. The moment her friend's life was stolen, leaving his blood on her hands.

"I am too." Nadia paled as she spoke through a defeated cry, her strength was slipping but she used every last ounce of her remaining willpower to reach up and jab her knife into his throat.

     Nadia jumped up in her bed, her chest heaving as reality took place of her own personal hell. Which she'd hate to say was a lot like the reality she lived in.

She blinked, a few blank moments passing as to calm herself. Running her still shaky hand down her face which collected a layer of sweat against her palm, she grimaced, wondering if the nightmares would ever cease.

     She looked around, surprised to see the light was seeping in through her window as the early morning dawned on her. It wasn't often that she had the delicacy of sleeping through the night.

     Letting out a long sigh, she fell back against her mattress, shaking her head in her pillow and prayed one of these days the darkness would just take her.

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Amongst the tune of the wind that whistled through the air in the late autumn months, was the rather grim sound of blades bouncing off a stump. Stood roughly six meters from her target, Nadia shook off the cold, her nose red, cheeks rosy, and her fingertips numb. She threw another dull knife at the stump and watched as it hit the center before falling to the ground.

She wasn't allowed real weapons in her district so she resorted to kitchen knives. Less affective, but they proved useful in training her left hand in combat.

She's found it's also a good method in taking out her rage.

     During Nadia's games, she endured a severe injury to her right arm. Though The Capitol fixed her up with an unnoticeable prosthetic, she still felt weak enough to switch her dominance to her left. Easier said than done, but she's had eight years to familiarize herself with it.

     "You don't have to stare at me like that." Nadia spoke to the presence she knew to be her brother stood a ways behind her, far enough for him to be confused at how she knew he was there.