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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 — 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐘
❝I feel like I can't breathe anymore, I feel like I'm gonna suffocate any minute. ❞
— 𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄
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I FELT NUMB, DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE how many days have passed but it felt like an eternity since I stepped outside into the cold. I tried to avoid my reflection in the mirror as I washed my face with cold water. I haven't eaten properly in days, neither was I able to sleep at night. I feel like I'm going insane. I keep seeing all the dead tributes as if they were haunting me.
I left the mansion early to get to our black market, the Hob. Ace didn't leave me alone since the announcement and my break down, in worry I could harm myself. That's why I'm sneaking out.
I knew the Mellark's sell their baked goods every last Saturday of the month at the Hob. I dragged myself to the market, hoping Arlo sells their goods today and not his parents.
I feel everyone's eyes on me once I arrived. I feel thirteen again when my parents were murdered by the Capitol. Me and Ace received the same looks as I get right now.
