A new idea that came to me today. I will hope to be doing the whole alphabet and soon (I have some other characters later in the alphabet already written) xx
The darkness flashed – the horror ever present, every time she closed her eyes. She screamed. The things she saw; memories, visions of what could've been and had been, tormented every moment, waking or otherwise.
Everyone said she'd been driven mad by what she'd seen in the Arena.
She wasn't mad.
Just scared.
And all of her fears had come to pass, brutally, in front of her. The only thing that kept her sane was Finnick. And Finnick was dead.
The only reason she was living now was their child and the dreams and the hope.
She wasn't mad.
(She hoped.)
