A/N: Hi there. Well, I love Annie Cresta, and I wanted to make a story of how she crossed that fine line into insanity. This chapter will be based on a song, like a few others. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave me a review! ;)
Prologue.
I walk a lonely road.
Half past two in the morning and I'm at it again. Yelling into a sea of darkness, reaching up for invisible arms that will never embrace me, yet enjoy a good tease at my expense. The pale yellow reflection of the alarm clock blinks once, twice, and then runs out of battery, leaving me in complete darkness now. Tears cascade down my olive toned cheeks, though I know it was just another nightmare, another result of my Nightmare disorder. I didn't believe it was a real thing until my shrink told me otherwise, and even now I have my doubts. Perhaps I just have nightmares; why attach the word disorder and make it seem like a disease?
The only one I've ever known.
I sink deeper into my sea of blankets on my soft bed, swaddle myself in ivory cloth and pull blankets above my head to drown out the silence. My eyes are closed again and I can see very clearly this nightmare that ruined me so entirely, one day before the Hunger Games reaping. A child with his blood-red eyes wide opened, bleeding out life as his melodic voice rings in my ear, taunting. It's calling me hopeless, stupid, goading me, when my first instinct is to help it. This child is my very much healthy and totally alive brother, several years ago, much younger than he is right now. I watch him die and fall to the ground myself, shuddering, willing myself to wake, only finding that this isn't much better anyways.
Don't know where it goes.
What is this, anyway? This existence of mine, so lonely. It's not even as if I'm unlucky, really, but I feel as I am. Dad calls me a pessimist; Mom calls me unstable; Brother calls me bad words I can't dare to repeat. I find that none of these fit me, nor affect me. My shrink doesn't call me anything, just sits with me and holds my hand and asks me questions whilst I answer. I have food in my belly and a mostly loving family and good grades in school, so why am I such a freak?
But it's only me, I walk alone.
As usual, the bad thoughts and horror scenes in my mind allow me to fall back into disturbed slumber, reminding me that they will never fade and if anything, grow stronger. The last thought I grasp is what will happen when the thoughts swallow me completely, and then conclude that they may have done such already.
A/N:
Those are lyrics from the song Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, and I'll continue to use that song to write until the lyrics finish. Please keep in mind that I do not own the song, nor the characters and ideas of the original Hunger Games. I am only responsible for the idea and content of this fanfiction, nothing more.
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