"Why Don't You Be The Artist And Make Me Out Of Clay? Why Don't You Be The Writer And Decide The Words I Say? 'Cause I'd Rather Pretend You'll Still Be There At The End, Only It's Too Hard To Ask, Won't You Try To Help Me." – Ellie Goulding; The Writer.

I sat cross legged in the hallway leading to my front door, two cardboard boxes set before me as I threw away the final broken ornaments from the mess Cato had made days before, I sifted through broken frames and photo's. I had left the door open to allow a nice breeze in, the heat of summer still at its peak, and also because Cato moved back and forth throwing things out. You could count this as a redecoration of the house, as Cato had insisted getting rid of all my old furniture would assist in my 'road to recovery', and I sifted through many old photo albums, finding it rather difficult to even think about throwing any of them away.

Photos meant so much to me, it was a way of keeping a memory intact, ones that I sometimes couldn't even remember until I looked back, and there were so many of Mico and I that I couldn't even comprehend how Cato would think I could do this. I'd eventually come across a small stack of much older photos, one that I had been given by the carers once I had left the orphanage with Mico. They were all with him, practically a baby, while I looked like some moody brat, which I had reason to be, I didn't like anyone else in the orphanage apart from Mico, and my father had gotten himself blown to pieces months prior.

I stared at one particular photo for several minutes, softly smiling to myself at the chubby cheeked brown child, his wide green showing several missing teeth, a worn out teddy bear strapped to his side. A teddy bear I still happened to own, something else I also came across earlier, and had left it laying beside me as I thought of deciding later whether it should be thrown out or not. That familiar pain in my chest appeared again, tightening and constricting me from breathing almost, and a lump formed in my throat, warning me that if I didn't control myself I would end up in tears once more.

I took in a shaky breath, my hands trembling slightly as I blinked back tears; I couldn't cry anymore, I was done with it. Tucking my hair behind my ear I placed the small stack of photos next to the bear that belonged to Mico, picking out another album of Mico's eleventh birthday. I hosted a party that consisted of his academy friends; I had never felt more like a mother than I had that day that was for sure I was half way through them when Cato came in through the door, leaning against the doorframe watching me intently.

I gave him a weak smile, going back to the photos, his heavy footsteps filtering the house as he came to stand beside me, crouching down until he was balancing on the balls of his feet. He looked over my shoulder at the set of photos, his eyebrows furrowing in slight irritation, gathering that I hadn't actually decided on what to throw out. Picking up the haggard bear her looked at it sceptically, his blue eyes turning to me and giving a questioning look.

I shrugged, pulling it out of his hands and into the box that would be thrown out, "It's Mico's favourite bear," I don't know why I used the present tense when mentioning his name, and the frown that took over Cato's face proved that he had easily picked up on it.

"You know what happened to Mico's parents?"

He shrugged softly, indicating for me to go on with my small story, "when he was born, his parents attempted to escape from the District … they believed District 13 still existed, and they were caught by peacekeepers … you can imagine what they did to them."

Cato leaned backwards slightly to sit on the floor, drawing his knees up for his forearms to loosely rest on them, an eyebrow raised slight towards me.

"How do you know that?"

"Back in the orphanage I broke into the file room, read through quite a few files that day, and got caught as I was half way through Mico's … he never knew though."

He nodded, looking at the photos I quickly sifted through, only picking out certain significant ones, ones that I knew I couldn't throw out, especially ones of when he was so young, and placed the remaining ones in the chuck box.

We sat in a comfortable silence for sometime, I found it rather soothing, therapeutic even; it was relatively easy to be comfortable enough that no conversations were needed. Silence was something I appreciated a lot more now, seeing as in the last few months I had had anything but that, it felt as if my mind was experiencing peace for the first time, not entirely sure on what it was or how it should be handled, it was almost alien like. Of course it didn't stop my nightmares from plaguing me, not that I had expected it to anyway, I may have been set free from my nightmares during the day, but it definitely made sure I compensated for it in my sleep.

Sleep was meant to be a form of relaxation for the brain, giving it time to rejuvenate for the day ahead, yet I didn't see how mine was given that, it spent all day trying to stay sane while in the nights it was bombarded with memories of monsters and loved ones dying. I was slightly surprised the Capitol didn't deem it necessary for every victor to have a monthly meeting with psychologist, we all knew how they would have treat with each victor and deciphering through their problems, but then again if the victor didn't come home in some form of a mess, whether it be physical or mental, then the people of the District wouldn't have much to fear.

Death was a fear for every District member, but after death there was nothing, after death it was over, you were relieved of the emotions of fear and the feeling of pain. But living through that, and having to spend the left of your pitiful life remembering what you did, that was the ultimate fear, the fear of knowing you'd never feel like a normal person again, the fear of not knowing that you'd lost yourself and were a mere shell of the person you had shaped yourself up to be the years previous; that was the scary part. It was also a warning, Snow and the rest of the government officials who fawned over him like they were a bunch of overweight imbeciles arguing over who got the last cupcake, they were all reinforcing their power by using us as prime examples, that no one was safe should we decide to behave badly.

"I don't think I can get rid of anymore," I sighed, rubbing at my eyes tiredly, my head feeling a little light, and ran a hand through my lose hair, looking to Cato a little helplessly.

He nodded his head softly, a hand resting on my shoulder as some form of silent comfort, before he took in a breath and stood, lifting one of the boxes to throw out, looking down at me, his voice suddenly sounding optimistic, truth be told it was slightly creepy; in a comical sense.

"When was the last time you ate?"

I shrugged my shoulders absentmindedly, lifting the box that I was keeping and walked into the living room, placing it on the black coffee table that I had purchased the day before, the store clerk had seemed almost desperate to sell it, apparently being from last years collection from the Capitol. I didn't care for fashion of furniture, to be honest what was the point in caring, it was all used for the same thing in the end, all eventually thrown out for a newer piece to do the exact same job. God, I was becoming so morbid, complaining about peoples obsession in furniture styles, I think The Capitol definitely needed to invest in therapy for the victors.

"Right, come on," with his free arm Cato took hold of my wrist loosely, pulling me behind him down the hallway and out the front door, I quickly pulled it closed behind me, my face contorted into one of confusion. Cato placing the box on the side of the street along with many others, to be collected in the morning by the dustbin collectors; I guess there was no going back now.

"Where are we going?"

"To get dinner."

He didn't say where, or what we were going to eat, not that I wondered for long, we had walked for barely under a minute, and crossed the street, stopping on a porch step of an identical home to mine, to every house on the street really. A black coloured double door stood before us, the outside walls painted maroon; all these houses were large enough to fit at least seven family members.

I took a step back as he knocked, panicked a little, "are you insane? I can't meet your family!"

He chuckled, only pulling on my forearm as I tried to wriggle out of it, looking at me as if I were a child.

"My mother is not going to eat you, stop being melodramatic."

"B-but ..." he looked at me expectantly, as if he were ready to roll his eyes at whatever excuse I could think up, I struggled in his hold of my arm a few moments more, "I'm a mess, look at me I'm not in the type of clothing to visit someone for dinner!"

As if on cue Cato rolled his eyes, exactly in time with the door opening, a middle aged woman smiling brightly at the door, crystal blue eyes identical to Cato's, only hers were surrounded by creases in the skin around her eyes, as if she spent a life time grinning. Her hair was as black as the night, only it shined as if she herself were a star, and was pulled back into a bun, although a few strands escaped as if she had been on her feet all day.

An apron wrapped around her small form, she seemed to barely reach my height, let alone Cato's and although the two held barely no resemblance, the matching eyes in both people were all I needed to confirm that this beauty was Cato's mother. On her hip she carried a small child, no older than one I guessed, the little girl was wrapped in a baby pink body suit and raven hair, a matching pacifier attached to her lips, and eyes just as innocently blue as her mothers.

"You must be Faith! It's so wonderful to finally meet you."

I pushed out a small smile; one that I'm sure was passed of as shyness to Cato's mother, she took a few steps back and waved both me and Cato in, with a forceful push from Cato I caved, almost stumbling in, Cato behind me, bending down to kiss his mother on the cheek. Taking the baby out of her arms he walked past me, giving me his hardest stare, some silent form of threatening me to be polite, the little baby cooed in Cato's arms, and he let out a small laugh as he raised her in the air slightly, walking down the hall and through a door.

Based on the layout of the house, I took a guess and assumed it was the living room, seeing as mine was located in the exact same place. I turned around to Cato's mother, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, she looked bemused at my discomfort, I extended a hand slowly to shake, she stared it at for a moment before letting out a bark of laughter, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in for a hug. Her thin arms wound tightly around me, at a loss of words and confusion to her forwardness I stood there with my arms at my sides, waiting until she had drawn away from me and held onto both my wrists softly, still smiling widely.

"There's no need for formalities Faith, we're all friends here … you can call me Ivy."

I nodded, still a little dazed and let her lead me into the living room, she placed me on the same couch as Cato, who had his little sister in his lap, laughing with her as she clapped her tiny hands together. I watched the exchange quietly, Ivy disappearing back into the hallway, probably to finish off her cooking, and it was probably the most mind boggling site I had ever seen. Cato the vicious and cocky victor of the 74th Hunger Games was making baby sounds and bouncing a baby in his lap, looking completely at ease and genuinely happy.

Having dinner with people you didn't know was already uncomfortable, having to make conversation with them without any help from your supposed friend was in a whole other league. It wasn't to say that Ivy was boring or impolite, she was the opposite actually, perfect manners and so unbelievably easy to get along with that I wondered if any of that hard sarcastic attitude he put on was ever real, and if so I would have to question whether I knew him at all.

He made the occasional eye contact with me every other minute, probably to make sure I wouldn't have a mental breakdown, making me think that maybe he knew me too well. I was struggling to even enjoy myself, being around all of this; a doting mother, a happy baby, and laughing son, it all reminded me of what I didn't have, and what I would possibly never have.

I sat beside Ivy as she continued to speak happily of a memory of Cato as a child, of how he always loved weapons and anything that was related with the Hunger Games, and how his father had taken a part in helping him learn to fight. At the mention of his father Cato visibly tensed, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as his smile became tight lipped towards his sister, sat in a high chair beside him playing with her food, although Ivy seemed fine when she spoke of him.

"Do you like your food Faith?"

I nodded, not wanting to offend her, and she smiled as she continued with her food, a perfectly cooked roast chicken, with potatoes perfectly baked and dipped in gravy, vegetables finishing off the dish, the tenderness of the chicken making my taste buds explode. It was perfect. Their home held a warm glow to it, and even though there seemed to be only three family members here it was filled with an atmosphere that made you feel like you would never be alone, which was more than I could say for my own house, it didn't even look like it was lived in, the place felt dead to me, I didn't hold any emotional ties to it whatsoever. But this place held an aura of such softness, so much love and happiness that surrounded you, it made you feel safe.

"So Faith, have you decided what your talent is?"

I stared at her questioningly, confused and unaware of what it was she exactly meant, "Talent? For what?"

She turned to look at Cato opposite, her eyes narrowing at him playfully, and he stared back quizzically at her, waiting for what she had to say.

"Have you not told her about needing a talent yet?"

"I thought she already knew," Cato said, shrugging nonchalantly and taking a sip of his drink, smiling slightly at his mother as she rolled her eyes at him, before she turned back to me.

"Useless! Every victor has to have a certain talent, from now on you'll be doing magazine features or interviews at The Capitol, and so your talent is broadcasted a lot to Panem."

"Great," I breathed out tiredly, my plan of wanting nothing to do with The Capitol until the next Games had been thrown out of the window, and it looked that way for the rest of my life. I didn't even know whether I had a talent worthy of being televised, after all apart from singing or acting there wasn't much you could do, and I couldn't do neither of those anyway. I'd seen the odd victor on one of Caesar's late night shows now and again, but only to be interviewed about their current life outside of the arena, or who they were dating, but never on a talent, I didn't even understand how something as huge as this had passed me.

I looked to Cato, who sat back in his chair with his arms folded, and I nudged my head in his direction as I spoke, "what's your talent?"

"Modelling," he spoke cockily, a smirk present on his face, and as I looked at him I realised that I hadn't seen it since before my Games, not when he was with me at least.

My nose scrunched up in distaste, "that's not a talent."

"Yes it is," he sounded slightly defensive, and Ivy grinned as she listened to our exchange, Ellie, the name of Cato's sister which I had soon picked up on, clapped her hands happily proceeding to stick one hand in her mouth smiled as if the world were decorated in flowers.

"Any idiot can model Cato."

"Finnick Odaire does it too!"

I remained silent for a moment, my face blank for a second or so, "my point exactly."

Ivy erupted into loud fits of laughter; one of her arms flew out the give me a one shouldered hug, and remained there as she continued laughing in Cato's direction. Not understanding the situation yet loving the positive emotions in the room Ellie clapped louder, mumbling jumbled words that none of us could understand, and I watched her as she did so, finding the child so beautiful, simply because she saw the world beautiful, it was enchanting to look at.

"I like this girl!"

I cracked a small smile as Cato gave us playful glares, a small twinkle in his blue eyes was present, something that had never been present before. We shared a moment of eye contact together, a moment just like so many times before where I had felt as if I could lose time simply looking into his eyes, the tightening in my chest loosening, and suddenly feeling as if it were as light as a cloud. I still didn't know what it was, this thing going on between us, and I was pretty sure it confused him as well as me, especially as I had never held no romantic feelings for anyone before, I didn't even know whether this could be called romantic feelings, or whether it was just a physical attraction.

But if I tried saying that my conscious would probably tell me other wise, people who had physical attractions for each other did not feel completely empty when they were without them. Or maybe it was just my craving for human contact that made me think it was, the need for comfort and to not be alone was a huge issue in my brain, and as I continued to look into his eyes my brain went on confusing itself with my supposed feelings for the blue eyed wonder.

"Cato could you put Ellie to bed for me, please?"

He blinked a few times, his current thoughts fading away, tuning himself in back to the real word, and shook the thoughts from his head before raising from his seat, "Sure mum," lifting up Ellie, giving her a kiss on the cheek and walking out of the room.

"And tidy your room!" She yelled after him, hearing a loud groan in response, making her grin and wink at me as she rose from her seat.

I stood to help Ivy pick up the plates, following her into the kitchen as she let the tap run, the plates soaking beneath it, and she smiled softly at me for the briefest of moments, hip bumping me as she made a joke about Cato's sappiness towards his baby sister. Ivy spoke with me as if she had known me all her life, blue eyes twinkling in happiness as we had conversations about insignificant things, yet they meant a whole lot more to me, because I had never been spoken to like this, not to anyone apart from my father or Mico, and to be surrounded by it almost made me feel like I belonged somewhere.

"Thank you," I whispered as Cato walked me back to my home, breaking our silence as I stood outside my door, I hadn't realized just how much I craved human contact until tonight. The entire walk we hadn't spoken about the loose hold we had on each others hands, it felt almost natural when it came to Cato, my small hand seemed to fit perfectly within his. He shrugged, stating that it was no problem, and we stood there for a few more awkward moments, before I had finally plucked up the courage to ask him the question that had been bugging me all night.

"Where's your father?"

His eyes snapped back to mine, the emotion on his face was one I didn't understand before he let out a little sigh, "Ellie and me have different dad's, they're both dead."

"Oh … sorry," I muttered, looking down briefly, because I understood how uncomfortable it was with such a subject.

"It's not your fault, besides I didn't even know mine," he was silent for a moment as he had a thought, a bittersweet smile on his face, "come to think of it neither did Ellie … my mothers got it into her head that she's got some kinda' curse."

He scoffed at the end of his sentence, and I had the slightest feeling that maybe he had had this sort of conversation with his mother many times. My curiosity obviously peaked at the answer I had been given, but I knew when a subject had been closed, and the averted gaze of Cato hinted that very well. I squeezed his hand slightly, making him look me in the eye for a second as his hold tightened on our intertwined hands too, and although the moment was extremely inappropriate, I felt the strong urge to kiss him once more.

He cleared his throat as he continued to stand there, his next words coming out a lot quieter, "I'm uh … I'm leaving tomorrow morning … for The Capitol, you know they wanna do a couple of interviews and things to do with my talent … I'll be gone for a few days."

My mouth formed the shape of an 'O', and my stomach suddenly seemed to drop, along with my chest tightening once again as I began to feel slightly nervous, the idea of Cato being so far away from me was unsettling, and I could practically hear my conscious laugh at how needy I was becoming. It had hit me then; I had become attached, I actually needed him now, well at least until I was comfortable enough to stand on my own feet like I once could, but even then I had Mico as some form of support if things ever turned sour. I had no one now, and Cato seemed to be the only person who cared enough to stick through the crap I put him through, and it was mostly because he really did understand, he understood my suffering, he understood the crazy mess I was and still wanted to stay.

"It's just for a few days," he reassured, taking a step closer to reinforce the truth in his statement, and I nodded, swallowing down the lump in my throat as I looked elsewhere.

"You're mother she- she's really nice."

I rubbed my eyes with one fist as I looked towards the floor, the fresh memories of Cato's beautiful mother and overly happy sister in my mind, being forced to hold her by Cato as he went to the bathroom, laughing slightly as she softly pulled on my hair and touched my face as if I were an art exhibit, and the slight feeling of loss when the laughing Ivy pried her small fingers away from my hair and out of my reach.

"Don't be upset."

"I'm not upset … I'm happy," I breathed out, going on as he looked at me in slight confusion, yet an amused smile was on his face, "you're family is just so beautiful Cato, I didn't feel like an outsider when I was I there," I choked out a laugh at my next words, the smile growing on his face as I did so, "I mean your mother hugged me like a family member when I called her son an idiot!"

"That's a good thing, it means she likes you!"

His hand tightened around mine once again for my comfort, and pulled me into a hug, my cheek resting on the top of his chest as I looked up at him, continuing on with what I had said, "I know it's just I've never known what that feels like … never."

He stared at me for a moment, his hold tightening on me, his voice becoming lower and husky, his eyes holding some form of a promise, "it's not always gonna be like this for you Faith."

I nodded, taking in a deep breath and departing from him, standing there awkwardly for another few moments as I looked at him, neither of us actually wanting to say goodbye just yet. It were almost as if he were acting on the same previous impulse as mine, his head slowly lowering, and me pushing myself onto the tips of my toes, our lips meeting in one of the softest embraces I had ever experience with him. The last two had been forceful in a way, the first out of some physical attraction in overdrive, and the second from my need to be comforted, an although this may have been a simple long peck on the lips, it felt as if so much more had been put into it. It wasn't hungry or animalistic, it was just nice. I liked nice; it was calming and different, so much softer to any other emotion I had ever felt, and if Cato was capable of making me feel that way, then whatever we held between us was definitely more than just some physical attraction.

We parted seconds after, and my cheeks felt flush as he looked at me with a small smile, coughing out a laugh as he took a few steps back, walking backwards and away from me as he continued smiling, his arms swinging back and forth like some child as he continued.

"Yeah, so ... I'll see you in a few days."

I unlocked my door, standing by it and watching him continue to walk backwards, half expecting him to trip himself over, and I couldn't help but let out a small embarrassed smile of my own, raising my voice slightly as he got further away from the door.

"You promise?"

He chuckled loudly at that, shouting to me one last time before fully turning around, "I promise Ginger!"

I ignored the offensive name and walked into my home, still smiling like some child on their birthday as thought of the evening, resting against the closed door and leaning my head back, letting out a small sigh, still feeling the tingling sensation on my lips, my fingers touching them softly as I remember what his had felt like against them. That was when I noticed it. The lights were on, every single light in the house was on, and considering I had left when it was broad daylight I knew for a fact I hadn't left any on. I walked into the living room, the cardboard box that I had left on the coffee table was now placed on the floor beside it, its entire contents spread out I onto the table.

"Who the hell are you?"

I glared at the little woman who sat on the couch, going through the photos that I had placed inside the box; I guessed in an instant that she was a Capitol member, as if her dark purple hair wasn't a hint enough, cut to her chin. She wore dark purple trousers, a matching blazer to go with it, and a cream blouse underneath. Her head rose slowly, as if she were anticipating my hostile words, a sickeningly sweet grin was on her face, and as she placed the photos on the coffee table she stood, dusting off the back of her trousers and extending her hand for me to shake. I stared at it for several moments, my glare still fixed on my face as she eventually gathered that I wasn't going to shake it.

"Yes … well … I'm Catalina Break."

"Get out."

I walked towards the coffee table and begun to stack the photos back up, shoving them into the cardboard box and placing back onto the table once again. I may have come across to her as hostile, but truth me told I was having a heart attack inside at the Capitol official being inside my home, especially as I didn't know what her motives were to being here, but from the smirk she held on her face I could already tell it would be bad news for me.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Miss Willows."

"And why's that?" I asked sarcastically, turning around to look at her, her purple lips pressed into a thin line, her face blank.

"I work for President Snow Miss Willows."

My mouth had snapped closed, that mans name was like taboo around every victor, especially when used in that form of context, no one wanted to hear that after they had just won a games of a fight to the death, I was already trying to forget it happened in the first place, and as my body tensed up in slight fear she knew that she now had my attention. She smirked then, motioning for me to take a seat opposite, and I did so cautiously, keeping my eyes on her and she pulled out a briefcase, opening it up on the table and pulling out a few sheets, flicking through them as she speaks.

"President Snow and I understand you've been having a difficult time, and he offers his condolences."

"I'm sure he does," I muttered, ignoring the pointed look she gives me before she went back to her sheets. We both knew there was no sincerity in that statement, it was more of a gloat from him that he had easily taken away the most important person in my life, and as that thought passed my mind a jolt of pain went through my chest, a small taste of what all the pain had felt like when I first found Mico. Not wanting to divulge in those memories once more I shook them out of my head, opting for a question that would drive away from the subject of my games.

"How did you even get in here?"

She behaved as if I hadn't even spoken, flat out ignoring me and softly humming as she sifted through certain papers and read through them, clearing her throat when she looked back to me, her face void of any emotion, purple hair perfectly curled as if she had just had it done.

"Mr. Snow and I understand that you possess a particularly impressive set of skills, and have discovered that you are quite the catch."

I rested my chin in my hand, my heart beat speeding up as I thought of what Snow could have possibly told her about me, and if he had told her a certain amount, it made me question just how much she knew. She shuffled a form towards me on the table, a pen along with it, looking at me expectantly, as if I already knew what I was signing, and I looked at her for the longest time before she spoke steadily, her teeth slightly gritted together.

"That is a form Miss Willows."

"Yes, I am aware of that." I seethed, wanting to push her a little more, my old habits once again kicking in, I guess I missed them since I hadn't had anyone to use them in a while, and clearing her throat she looked at me with narrowed eyes, her voice flat and professional.

"Miss Willows I am the head of a very confidential organisation in The Capitol, we recruit only the most talented of people for this job."

"Which is..?"

"As a government official Mr. Snow has many enemies and trouble makers, which I'm sure you are aware of … and as one of our recruited members Miss Willows you would take care of said people in the most discreet way."

My eyes widened slightly at what she was hinting at, especially at what she was possibly asking me, seeing as I was branded the most recent 'mental case' out of all the victor I was surprised Snow would even bother with me until he personally thought I was mentally stable enough for such a job, not that I would ever agree ofcourse, after all I'd heard rumours of Snow forcing victors into jobs such as these, but that's all I thought they were; rumours.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you asking me to work as a female escort?"

"Of course not Miss Willows!"

Catalina Break cackled, it sounded as if it were a cross breed between a dying cat and howling dog, but maybe it was just a habit of all the Capitol people, seeing as even Karina laughed like that, I almost wanted to covers my ears in fear of her causing them to bleed. She calmed down, looking back at me as her grin turned into one of a smirk, one that created chills down the back of my spine, she looked more than smug with herself, as if she were enjoying my uncomfortable behavior and was excited for whatever was to come.

"We would like you to join an assassination squad."

And right about then was when my jaw dropped.

Same chapter, but basically HEAVILY revised... was looking back at it and thinking it was SO BADLY WRITTEN! SORRY EVERYONE!

Before I forget like in my last AN .. ALEXANDER LUDWIG TOTALLY TWEETED ME! Sooooooooooooooo … I have nothing to say other than that haha … but yep I should be updating this week … if I can! No promises because I have another exam soon! So yep … big big things are coming! But after exams I think I might revisit this chapter, and re do it! So keep a look out!

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Luli Cullen: Thanks, and hope you like it! X

Saiyanprincess711: Thank you so much and its lovely to know that you will be and yep it's great knowing that someone is there to pull her out of insanity, poor Annie Cresta had already turned insane before she left the arena!

SingingInTheRain: Makes her seem human I guess haha and I'd like to have the whole 'insanity' thing come in from time to time … like something triggers it off, because I don't think she'll ever be completely level headed again. And thank you, hope you like this chapter!

Saaarah: I totally grinned like some Cheshire cat when I read your review, it made me really happy! So thank you! Anddddd I'm glad you think so, I think too think the demons of her mind are more fearful than real monsters, because monsters and mutations were something she had some form of control over, and we all know that humans fear what they can't control, her nightmares and demons being just that! And thank you, I just trying to add in every little detail as much as possible to make it feel real, I don't like being too vague about anything, because then you can't imagine things as much while reading! And THANK YOU SO MUCH! If I ever have a book published I'll think about what you said!

X: Thank you, I'm glad you think so and I try not to make it all rushed! Thanks for reviewing :D