𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙡, 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙊𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙧

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 39: 𝒟𝒾𝑒

As the bruises litter her, she can't help but cry. 

       Why didn't I die? 

       I should be dead. I want to be dead. 

       Stop! Let him kill me. 

        Stop! Let him rid me of my misery. 

        Don't take him off me. 

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"Just tell her you like her already, it's so obvious." 

        The Morphling, high on morphling, was present enough to state the obvious to Finnick.

        "But what if she doesn't like me? And there's so much she's going thr-"

        Star groans, flicking the needle in his arm to get more of the numbing drug. "Please." He began dozing off. "I'd do it quick, though. She already asked to sleep with me," he lazily said, slowly slipping away. 

        Finnick jumps out of his chair, standing in front of scrawny boy. 

        A small smirk makes its way onto Star's face. "It was as a joke. Calm down, Golden Boy." 

        Finnick relaxes, slightly. 

        "I uhm... I think it's more complex than a crush. I love her. The work 'like' doesn't even begin to cut it." 

         Finnick turns his head to face Star, expecting the two of them to share a heart-to-heart moment. A pitiful smile from him, perhaps. 

        "No shit." 

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Die. 

        That is the command Raven's mind was giving her body right now. 

        Raven isn't sure what pushes her to cut vertical lines on her inner thighs. Nothing depressing is going on. There hasn't been anything new happening. Yet, her mind feels warm. An uncomfortable rushing of thoughts and emotions swirl in a tornado, as they try to settle in an appropriate shelter in her brain. The thoughts don't find it. 

        They continue finding discrepancies within themselves, arguing with each other, and attempt to refute each other with new reasoning, or insults. 

        Raven relents, grabbing a tiny knife in her drawer. Her eyes fall onto the dark, trickling blood. Her mind focuses on the pain of the wounds, as well as the sight of the glorious, scarlet blood. Beautiful in all its prestige. Oh how she wishes all her blood will one day trickle out of her body. 

        A knock on her door sends her into a frenzy. She pulls up her black pants, standing up, despite the wounds on her legs protesting. Raven tries not to cringe as the blood trickles down her leg, and onto her ankle. 

        Looking through the peephole, she sees Star waiting outside. Raven opens the door, hiding her body behind the door. 

        Star looks at her suspiciously as he enters. "We need to go to the viewing room." Raven nods, waiting for him to leave so she can clean herself up before leaving. She bites her lips to muffle the whimpers threatening to exit her mouth.