AN: A new Fic! And good news, it's entirely written, so expect updates every Monday for a few weeks.
My huge thanks to xerxia and dandelion-sunset for their help in beta-ing and helping with the fic.
To akai-echo – I can't express my thanks enough for the gorgeous banners and aesthetics you created. You are such an artist.
The rating is T so far, but will move to M. You'll understand why.
Reviews and comments are more than welcomed !
I draw because it gets the images out of my head.
Bombs. Dead bodies. Limbs scattered around. Someone had to report them. That someone was me. I witnessed so many horrors in just a few months, I'm not sure I have enough tears left for the rest of my life.
Shouts and cries. Adults and kids, all dead.
Dead.
And the world couldn't care less.
With my fellow journalists, we spent a year around Kabul.
I came back. They didn't.
Someone had to report the news. We did it. Nobody cared, because Kim K was pregnant.
I lost my friends.
I lost my tears.
I lost my leg in fucking Afghanistan.
I think I lost my hopes, too.
He closed the document on his laptop, not caring about the tears falling. Care was for another Peeta Mellark, the one that embarked on a plane eighteen months ago, who was full of hopes and dreams of Pulitzer Prizes.
He wasn't that Peeta anymore.
His phone chimed next to him. He grabbed it and opened the text from a Ms Trinket, confirming that they had to be at the Arrowtown Zoo tomorrow at 9:00. They, as in the team assembled for a crazy reality tv program called A Season at the Zoo. As if someone would be interested in following the oh so thrilling adventures of zebras or the day to day life of sea lions.
But it would be his first job since coming back. He had to start somewhere.
He let his phone drop on the table in front of him, and rose from the couch, heading straight to the adjoining room, where he had established his studio. He had drawings to do.