Took the Midnight Train and Now We're Here (D9 Train)

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Who would have guessed my parents would have freaked out that I had volunteered? I know this sounds bad because it was the last time I would ever see them again, but I was glad that whoever it was ushered me onto the train. Watching them break down wasn't what I wanted my last memories of them to be. Probably should have thought that through before, but what's done is done. I hope I can survive the games long enough to pretend to be the hero that people think I am, but at the same time, an early death sounds nice.

Stepping onto the train brings an odd sense of calm over me. Maybe it's the excess amount of bougie glass decor and velvet-covered furniture that I never thought I'd see that makes me feel like royalty, or maybe it's the fact that I only have a few more days of living. Regardless, I haven't felt this way in a long time. Or ever. Have I ever felt this way before? It feels nice. Maybe I should volunteer more often I take a few more steps into the car and turn around, watching my parents continue to sob outside of the car. Before I get to say anything else, the doors shut them out and the train darts forwards.

My stare glazes over onto the closed doors as an invisible hand crushes my windpipe. What did I just do? Buildings rush by in a blur. Oh ripred what did I do? I shouldn't be here. A blur of green soon replace the blur of buildings in the windows. I didn't get reaped. I shouldn't be here. I should be at home. What did I do?

Suddently the taste of blood fills my mouth. My tongue rubs against the inside of my freshly torn lips to find the source of the flavor I've grown to love SOOOO much. I rush to the bathroom and rinse out my mouth until my spit no longer has anymore red coming out of it, and sink to the floor. You absolute walnut. Even when you did something right you messed up. What are you going to do with yourself?

Rubbing my eyes, I force myself back up and into the common area. Without looking around, I head straight to the nearest seat. It consumes me as I sit down, sinking into the cushion filled with quicksand. Panic quickly returns to full force until I finally stop sinking. I appreciate the fancy shit that the Capitol gives us, but goddamn. I feel the presence of someone else in the cabin with me, but I ignore them. Instead, the blur of the greenery draws my attention. I can't make myself look like an idiot if I don't do anything at all.

[kap]

"Feel the fury closing in
All resistance wearing thin
Nowhere to run from all of this havoc"

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The lovely lavish look of the train's interior upon boarding was exactly what I had expected, plus a little bit more. I'd lived in wealth back in District Nine, which wasn't something that could be said by many of the individuals who resided there, but this was the next step up. When I'd been escorted from the Justice Building after my grand total of zero visitors came to see me, they brought me here, and I was ready for the journey ahead of me.

My district partner didn't seem quite as ready. Despite the fact that he had volunteered like I had, he didn't seem to be as thrilled about what he'd done. Shortly after we'd both boarded the train, he rushed to the bathroom. Was he seriously already feeling sick? That's a bit pathetic if you ask me. How was he going to handle the Games if he couldn't handle the reaping and a train ride?

The boy comes back out of the bathroom, dead set on where he's going to sit without looking at his surroundings in the slightest and pops a squat on the seat directly next to me. That's when I realize something. I've met this kid before. I'd come across him in the District one day, moping on a bench, probably feeling like shit but not wanting to talk about it. Naturally, I had sat down next to him and struck up conversation, whether he had wanted me to or not.

Here we were again, sitting down next to one another, the guy not wanting to talk to anyone and clearly feeling like shit. So, what did I do? I spoke to him.

"Feeling like shit again, eh? That's how it was the last time we met. Maybe I could get your name this time?" were the words that I chose. I knew he didn't want to talk to me, but that just made it all the more fun. Maybe he'd even grow to like me. That, or I'd be his first target if he could stomach the arena enough to try to kill me. Either way, what fun!

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word count: 350
lyrics: "Madness" by Ruelle