𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 ✩ 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔯

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CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

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Empty vials were strewn across her floor as Odelya lay in quiet isolation, the last few months had been total hell for her and she had not left her bedroom once. She was truly in the darkest depths of her life and knew not how she would have gotten by if it were not for the excessive amounts of morphling she now craved at every waking moment.

Cetus was nothing less than her lifeline and he surely knew it, always increasing the prices for her vials to the point where Odelya was considering taking him home on his previous offer of other means of payment.

Reign barely worked anymore, for he didn't trust Odelya to be in the house by herself and survive to the end of his working day. Despite not knowing the extent of her addiction, Reign was not ignorant to the harmful means of coping which his beloved sister had been using.

Previously Odelya had been but terrified of any needle which had the potential of being injected into her bloodstream, for it revealed the lack of control she had over the matter. All she could now focus her mind on was the next opportunity she would take to inject her self with the necessary medication of which she would be at the oceans floor without.

Once imagining that there would be permanent tear streaks on her cheeks from the trauma which bled from her eyes, however Odelya found now all potentiality of crying was foreign to her, for the tears in frozen as if in mockery to her heart.

Without any reasonable warning, Reign entered her bedroom and tightened his jaw at the terrible state of her. Hanging upon her face, sunken eyes which once held such vigorous humour and warmth for everyday life now showed little signs of being. Waves of hair which once held the beauty of the ocean in her curls now deranged as though she had been drowned repeatedly.

Sympathy for his only left maternal figure was at the forefront of Reign's mind but by the orders of Tarquinia whom had sent him to retrieve his sister for the preparation before her up and coming Victory Tour which Odelya had been dreading.

"Odelya," Reign announced his presence to merely receive a hum of recognition in response, "Tarquinia and your prep team are here to get you ready for the train."

"I don't want to," Odelya mumbled, scratching her arms where the scars of morphling remained.

"You don't have much choice," Reign spoke, "C'mon Odelya, Tarquinia will have my head if you don't get downstairs."

"Tarquinia can fuck right off," Her mind wasn't right anymore, any affection she had once experienced towards the Capitolite had vanished. Any one of whom was remotely connected to the Hunger Games and the losses she had been dealt were dead to her. An enemy at the very least and Tarquinia was merely enabling President Snow's murderous actions.

"Don't be like that, Odelya," Reign would always address her by her name, as if to remind her of the identity she once had. "She's just trying to help you."

"I don't need her help," Odelya angered easily now, but Reign had little patience for her at this present moment and resorted to dragging her out of her bed, revealing blood stained needles which surely harboured some deadly disease.

"What are you doing to yourself?" Reign asked quietly, snapping Odelya out of her anger and all she could see in front of her was how she was breaking her brother.

Odelya cradled his face in her hands and assured him of her sanity and told him that he needn't worry about her. She came downstairs quietly to help him see that her wellbeing was not something he should stress over.

Descending the staircase to a swarm of criticism over her appearance was not something of which Odelya needed to aid her mental state. Tarquinia nearly fainted at her arrival and had to be held up be an ever frail Mags who smiled tenderly at the addict. Finnick was there too, however avoiding eye contact with his pretty mermaid after their prior arguments.

Immediately beginning their work on the victor, her hair was detangled and makeup was applied to deceive people into thinking that there was any sense of life in her. Polish was coated upon her nails in a hue of the sea, which according to Odelya would match any of her given outfits.

With a flourish of blue clothing, Odelya was prepared to face the numerous cameras which were dotted along the journey to the train station. She did hate being recorded, for it made her feel rather unnatural, as though she were some animal in a cage.

"Time to say goodbye," Tarquinia said, glancing between Odelya and Reign, the former of which glared at the escort.

Reign approached her first, wrapping his arms around her gently and mumbling words of love, Odelya was all he had left, after all.

"Oh, my darling Reign," Odelya mumbled into his shoulder where she lay her head, "How I love you so much."

"Please look after yourself, Odelya," Reign muttered in return but neither of the siblings took the opportunity to pull away from their embrace until Tarquinia instructed that the two must separate now for they were already running behind schedule. No one had expected for Odelya's preparation to have taken such time.

"I will," Odelya lied, but Reign needn't know that.

Odelya called to Tarquinia that she had forgotten something in her bedroom and she was excused for a moment. Quickly ascending the staircase, Odelya collected all vials which still held sweet morphling and hid them in her brown leather bag.

Hastily, Odelya pulled a few needles from her drawer and packed those alongside the drugs before reemerging to her entourage as though the bag merely held some treasured possessions. Not something of which fuelled her addiction may be the death of her.

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