LEE / MAXINEĀ
Time: 9:03AM Location:Ā Train to the Capitol Availability: Closed toĀ @asterhale
From darkness grew bitter talons, claws that tore thick and raw past the clack of train against tracks. Always the same sweat, the same dreams, the same bile carried up in wings past the tang of past slaughter. Had night brought cries with it? If it had, no one had slapped them away into consciousness, and the sun mustāve beat back the din as it rose. Always another fight, another struggle, another scream to break in the day. Max brought a hand to her face, scattering the puddle of drool that had found home there. Its diaspora absorbed itself into the sofaās velvet arm, darkening fabric as proof of tenancy. āMorning, peanut,ā she slurred, nodding up from the couch towards her approaching tribute. She swiveled the cap from her flask, swigging deep before offering it up to the other.Ā āSleep okay? If I ever make too much of a racket, feel free to come in and kick me, Iāll shut up.ā She propped her work boots up on the coffee table, hiccup breaking the upturn of her lips. āIf youāre hungry, the trainās got food all around. Consider it the Capitolās attempt at a last meal before a prolonged period of starvation, so whateverās running through your little head, donāt let it get in the way of needed nourishment. Eat up, then tell me exactly how far youād go to win.āĀ Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā THEREĀ AREĀ BAGSĀ UNDERĀ HERĀ EYESĀ ,Ā Ā theyĀ ā reĀ redĀ andĀ puffyĀ Ā andĀ theĀ lightĀ inĀ themĀ dramaticallyĀ dimmedĀ somewhereĀ amidstĀ allĀ theĀ cryingĀ lastĀ nightĀ .Ā Ā sheĀ didĀ notĀ sleepĀ .Ā sheĀ couldĀ notĀ sleep .Ā theĀ stenchĀ ofĀ alchoholĀ hitsĀ herĀ asĀ soonĀ asĀ sheĀ makesĀ itĀ throughĀ theĀ door , disgustĀ .Ā sheĀ ā sĀ drunkĀ atĀ nineĀ inĀ theĀ morningĀ ,Ā howĀ isĀ thisĀ womanĀ goingĀ toĀ helpĀ herĀ ?Ā sheĀ rejectsĀ theĀ flaskĀ Ā ā i donātĀ ----Ā papaĀ neverĀ letĀ usĀ drinkĀ ----- ā andĀ theĀ bareĀ mentionĀ ofĀ himĀ isĀ enoughĀ toĀ bringĀ realityĀ crashingĀ downĀ onĀ herĀ againĀ ,Ā andĀ bringĀ herĀ toĀ tears ,Ā againĀ .Ā butĀ sheĀ wipesĀ themĀ awayĀ asĀ quickĀ asĀ theyĀ comeĀ Ā ,Ā sheĀ reachesĀ forĀ aĀ smallĀ pastryĀ ---Ā she ā sĀ notĀ hungry , sheĀ feelsĀ sickĀ ----Ā butĀ sheĀ nibblesĀ atĀ it ,Ā andĀ itĀ helpsĀ swallowĀ theĀ knotĀ inĀ herĀ throatĀ .Ā āĀ i justĀ --- i donātĀ wantĀ toĀ die . ā














