HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL READERS! I have returned! It's taken me over two years to write this, and I'm still in the editing process so don't kill me, but I have a little surprise for all of you who have enjoyed, followed, favourited, or even read and re-read my story:

[IT'S POSTED GO LOOK FOR IT]

Party girls don't get hurt
Can't feel anything when will I learn?
I push it down, push it down...

There was a bright light.

When it faded in seconds, I felt the hot water begin to cool on my face from the temperature change. A burning sensation over my eyebrow and temple hurt like hell and didn't go away. The same feeling was on my arms and back. Shock changed to fear as the bright light said two things: I was dead, or saved.

I'm the one: for a good time call,
My phone's blowing' up ringin my doorbell
I feel the love feel the love..

"So. What's with all the drinks?" He murmured to me after ordering his own for his group. His body language spoke a bit to me. Unlike many men who ad already tried to hit on me and other women tonight, he was faced me while keeping his respective distance. Most men had very heavy odours of whiskey, gin, tequila, or some other beverage that mixed horribly with their overly put on cologne. I barely detected his faint smell with the wind he brought while sitting by me, and it was pleasant against the human odour of the club.

"Rough day... Well rough week actually." I sighed as I stirred my current glass around before emptying its contents. The whiskey I had burnt my throat with every gulp, but it was better feeling that than the emptiness currently residing.

"Now it's either your employer or your lover." he squinted, studying my behavior with a smile. His eyebrows furrowed in flirtatious concentration. "Or both, perhaps?"

"He wasn't really my lover, persay, but yes. Something like that."

1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3,Drink,
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3,Drink,
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3,Drink,
Throw them back till I lose count...

"NO-!" a voice screamed in my ear. I was yanked back from the edge where the sand and grass dropped, and was pulled away for several feet. The person fell to the ground with me below them. Sand and grass flew into my face and eyes. It was in my mouth and made it hard to breath in and protest. They wouldn't let go. All the depressing emotion was still with me, but I don't fight them. I just let them hold me and cry. They were actually crying now. "Rain! You can't do that!"

"You can't make me do anything!" I just got out while coughing up sand.

"Don't do this!"

"I can't promise anything-"

"NO You won't! You won't ever do that! God..."

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist.
I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night,
Feel my tears as they dry.
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier.

"Because I love you!"

My world stopped for two seconds. Those two seconds felt like forever as my breath left me. Everything just... it stopped. I stopped caring. I stopped breathing. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing was as important as those four words.

"I love you, so much..." he whispered holding my face in his hands.

Well I'm holding on for dear life.
I won't look down, I won't open my eyes.

I looked at my eyes in the mirror before stepping in the steaming hot water. My makeup was smeared slightly under my eyes, but that was from getting the dress off. There was so much makeup on my face. This isn't the real me I realized. This was dress up and pretend. I wasn't this proper woman of panem, I was a Victim of tragedy and death. I wasn't some high-class, strutting "babe". I liked simple things and looking like who I was.

The water cleansed me of these imperfections and made me feel like I was shedding an old skin. I shampooed and saw all the glitter and colouring go down the drain after circling around my feet. It was refreshing.

It felt like he had touched me seconds ago. As if he were here with me, kissing me in the heated water. Where his perfectly messy hair would fall flat from the water and his muscles would glisten in the steam.

Keep my glass full until morning light
Cause I'm just holding on for tonight, on for tonight.

"Why do you have to look like that?" he muttered after studying me and still turning.

"STOP! Please!" He did and turned to find his shirt on me. Instead of taking this one, he stole the white one I had on the floor. "I'm sorry-!" I tried.

"I hope you're happy fucking around with him." He gathered his things and left me on the verge of where anger and sadness met. Don't let him leave! Don't let him go... "Just next time you want to get laid, abuse some other whore besides me." and he left slamming the door as he went.

A Whore...

A whore is what I was.

If I went after him now, everything would change.

Help me I'm holding on for dear life.
I won't look down, I won't open my eyes.
keep my glass full until morning light

It was blue.

Not just a regular blue, but thousands of shades and colours all changing at once together as well as in pattern. As one form crashed, another would form from it and a third would crash into that. As if it were an ongoing battle of hues.

There was a slight smell of coconut and sand, and a bright light was out shining bright and warm. The heat was increased and humid as well, and the scent of salt and fish sat mixed upon the air of the ionization of the ocean. A smell you never forget once you've experienced it yourself. Yes, a perfect breeze made it better by gently moving the small hairs around and tickling my cheek.

But why was I smelling copper and vomit?

Every single one of them.

They were all burning.

Cause I'm just holding on for tonight,

We were airborne within seconds.

Blood.

"Get her... Soon she'll... The other pass... not breathing..." the rushed words rang around me as I tried making sense of it. But once it clicked, I felt my heart drop and lungs gasp for air, every feeling coming back like needles to my skin.

Everything ceased to exist in this moment.

The paramedics were all running around his body, rushing to find an answer. A cure. A pulse.

So much blood.

One person moved out of the way for me to see the face of my fiance as the owner to that arm, just as the doors to my ambulance were closing.

Please don't leave me...

On for tonight...

I hope you guys are excited as I am to see what happens next in the sequel to Raining Grey:

Raining Red
Coming (hopefully) 19th September 2016

[POSTED 9/20/16]

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-Miche