You know the scene. You've built it on your own. You've imagined stopping a masked crook from robbing the very bank you're in line of to deposit a payroll check. Or hell, you're the bandicoot intending to burgle the bank. Same difference, you're just like Simon. He deserts reality for fantasy. What begins as visionary can eventually be delusionary.

Two tributes. Same district, same age, same Games. Different pasts, different stakes, different reasons to win it all. Who will be the first to realize the truth: there are no winners. Only survivors. Copyright © OutOfThisAtmosphere 2015. All rights reserved. • A/N: This story has been entered into the Watty's. If you like it, give it support! Spread the word, comment, vote, anything helps. •

My name is Julie Quinn and I've been a New Yorker all my life. Life was good. I was swamped with work doing a job that I loved and I was dating the best boyfriend I'd ever had the pleasure to. I have always been a strong-willed and independent woman - or as my best friend puts it "control freak" - and even more after the accident, but what happened on the eve of my 30th birthday was enough to bring down Wonder Woman.

One girls struggle to lead her own life.

A notebook where I collect all the poems I've written. ©Debanjana