Cordelia Galloway raced to her apartment. She must have appeared unseemly to the residents of The Capitol; no large wig on her head, wearing a pair of high heels that certainly didn't match her blood splattered scrubs and hands, massacre pouring down her face from crying. She didn't care what they thought; not anymore. All she wanted to do was get away. Get away from everything.
When she finally reached her apartment complex, she headed straight for the elevator; rapidly pushing the fifth floor button. Thankfully, no one was in the elevator when it came, and she was taken immediately to the fifth floor. She reached her apartment door and hovered over the voice lock.
"Cordelia." Cordelia said hoarsely.
The moment she heard the locks click, she stepped inside and slammed the door. She rested her forehead against it, and pounded her fist against its wood.
"My goodness. Is the circus here?"
Cordelia turned quickly and saw her older sister, Miranda, sitting on the sofa. Her bright painted lips were curved in a smile at her own joke.
"You look wretched. Don't tell me you walked here looking like that." Miranda said.
Cordelia said nothing. She couldn't. What she viewed as a terrible tragedy and shock to her system, Miranda would think of as a scandal and subject of vicious gossip.
Cordelia raced to the bathroom. She tore off her scrubs and evening gown, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the floor. She stepped under the head of the shower, and the water automatically sprayed her. She scrubbed her hands and arms to wash off the blood, and then her body; even though she knew there was not a trace of blood on it. She still felt something under her skin, something that felt dirty and contaminated. It was the filf of The Capitol, the years of being their lapdog and not even realizing it until this moment. Not knowing that what she viewed as a horrible death, they saw a show. A performance of seizures, blood, and the symphony of a dying gasp and flat-lining monitors.
She slid to the floor and sobbed. A patient was dead, and she had killed him while everyone watched and applauded. She wanted nothing more to do with The Capitol and its people. Slowly standing, she sniffled and stumbled out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body.
On the sink laid a pair of scissors, and she grabbed them. She cut and chopped away at her black hair, closing her eyes tight as strand upon strand fell on the floor. Satisfied that her hair was short enough, she stepped into her bedroom and went through her clothes, finally finding a plain jumpsuit with absolutely no sign of embellishment. She slipped into it, and then started to pack her belongings. Cordelia Galloway was going to disappear this night, and no one would ever see her again.
