I won't say goodbye... (Deja and Prism. JB)

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How has life been since I returned from the depths of that old house that kept me captive for months only to reenter this world where my parents ended up dead and it was just me and my brother? It's been nothing but terrible and horrible and so many other things to say. I miss my parents. I miss my old life, which I barely remember thanks to the poison that ran through my body for so long. My distant memories have been wiped but some remain. Images and voices, they speak to me in way that I can never say. Never tell... The moment I came back to the real world, I was completely terrified of life. So scared of the touch of another. I just knew that someone was going to hurt me again. Someone was going to take me away from my freedom, but he was there.

Prism appeared in the darkest moments of my life. My body was weak and tired. My head so fuzzy from the poison that I could barely stand, yet I managed to get away with sheer determination only to end up in a dingy alleyway and fearing for my life. I almost wanted to go back to the place because I had became cold and fearful. Even his voice the moment I heard him I wanted to die. He brought me back, though. He laid his hand upon my shoulder, begging me to let him help him. Somehow he just knew that I had been through a lot and took it easy with me.

If it wasn't for him, I'd be nowhere. I'd be dead.

"Prism..." I jerk my head upward and look into the crowd near the boys section. No... not him. Not Prism. He's everything to me. First Cadman. Now Prism... Immediatley, tears spring to my eyes and I feel my heart drop into my stomach. The world around me begins to spin like no other. Swirls of color as I watch the men in white walk over to him and start to take him, but he's forceful and won't let them.

"PRISM! NO!" I scream out.

I do not speak to many people anymore. Not since I learned I can't trust anyone. I do not know what to say to people half the time, but Prism is the only one that I've ever been able to talk to since I was found. Since he saved me. I feel safe around him. I feel safe in his presence only. He kept me alive and he's gone off to die... this can't happen. This isn't possible.

And just like that... he shakes hands with the one girl with red hair... I don't even know her name. Everything has went blank... except for one thing. I have to reach him. I have to talk to him. I have to make sure that he makes it back to me... without him I just don't know... I just don't know...

The crowd starts to disappate once they know that they aren't the ones to be reaped. The crowds of parents eagerly take in their own and hug them. Some are laughing while others cry, and here I am, shoving my way past the flowing edges of the sea of people to get to Prism before I never see him again.

"Deja. Where are you going? Get back here..." I can hear my brother's voice yelling to me, but I can't stop. I won't stop. He didn't give up on me, so I have to let him know that I'm not giving up on him.

"Wait... I need to see him. Prism, wait for me! Please... DON'T LEAVE ME." I barge pass the peacekeepers just as one holds me back.

"Wait your turn little lady. YOu'll have your chance." He growls and takes my arm and leads me to where I need to be and he stuffs me into this hallway and stands guard in front of me. His gaze bores holes in my head as I start to feel exposed. I feel like the puppet again. Shoved up against the wall and being made not to move. Why did they call your name, Prism? I'm going to miss you. I know what these games do... I don't want you to go.

"You have three minutes. Go." The man suddenly claims after what seems like an eternity. Just like that, I dart off and run to the door where I see some little girl had came out of. She's walking in the opposite direction and I fear for her. That's her brother in there and she may never see him again either.

Without knocking, I open the door and wrap my arms around the boy that I find to be my everlasting lifeline. Tears cascade down my face as I bury my head into his chest and sniffle my nose. "Prism... you have to make it back."

[Arrows]

Prism Nixton

    Prism still held the warmth of his pipe in his hands as Diamond left the room. The moment the door had shut behind her he dared to shed a single tear down his pasty cheeks. He had remained strong and brave while talking to her. He made sure to tell her everything he ever wanted and most of all how much he loved her. How he managed to hold back his tears was probably thanks to the weed he was smoking. Otherwise he would probably have been crying more than her.

    Prism is caught off guard as the door slides open again. Swiftly he wipes away his tear and prepared his face, his mask. Once again he would have to be calm and his normal fun self. He didn't want anyone to remember him otherwise especially the little girl he sees walk in. Deja. He should have known she would come to see him off. He had practically saved her from the brink of death. However, still his heart wrenched as he forced a weak smile on his face to beam at her.

    He wrapped his arms lightly around her frail figure as she embraced him and he ran his hands through her hair. "It's okay Deja." He cooed softly, "I'm going to be right back here before you know it so you have no reason to be upset." The words came out soft and light hearted but they still hurt since he couldn't follow them up. There was no guarantee on who survives that arena. Yet he had Diamond and Deja to try for so maybe their support would motivate him more than the other tributes.

    Once again he smiled brighter her and this time slowly pushed her back so he could see her face. "Now all I need you to do is cheer me on okay?" It was a simple question but making her feel like she had some power to affect what happened would be good. And who knows maybe it will.

OOC-Sorry its short just wanted to reply xD