sugarcoated {Eye}

[Python]

She never did what they told her to, and they'll never see her dream come true

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L A I L A S Y C A M O R E
DISTRICT5 | THIRTEEN

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Luxury was suffocating. There were too many items in her room, too many devices, too much space, too much too look at and so much going on that it was overwhelming to the senses. The shower water could be altered from ice to scalding, the soaps were scented, the bathtub had little jets etched into the side to shove massaging bubbles to the surface and she could play any type of music she wanted while she painted the entire bathroom with steam. It was nothing like home, where the water was always cold and just a hint of warmth was a miracle. It wasn’t like their old house, stained by ash and always manipulated by nature’s moods; hot or cold, hot or cold, no in-between. Here she could adjust the temperature with just a click of a few buttons on a remote. There was so much she could control.

Yet so little.

Her life was going to end in a week or so, and it sucked. Just as she was beginning to familiarize herself with luxury and comfort she would be plucked away and starved in an arena. The tributes who laughed with one another would try to thrust a sword into her tiny ribcage. All of this comfort would wash away, and she would be left dead in the ground. Cold, pale, gone, non-existing. She couldn’t imagine just disappearing like that – just ceasing to think or feel or breathe. Where would she go? Did humans have souls that wandered after their deaths? She didn’t know how that worked because the dead did not speak. They only slept.

She would enjoy the treatment while she could for this reason. Often instead of training she would sneak off to the food table and stuff her face with sweets, then hide under the silk tablecloth with a bottle of soda and indulge until she was so gassy that it physically pained her to move. It was beautiful. Now as she approached a table of fresh goodies her eyes spotted a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. She could see the glistening coat drizzling down the sides, forming pools of sweet sensation and making her mouth water. She stole two at a time, popping them between her lips simultaneously before chewing obnoxiously. When she was halfway finished she noticed a hand reaching for the same tray. She abruptly grabbed the tray and pulled it selfishly out of their reach. ”These are mine,” spat the insolent girl.

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