Pure - Chapter 10
Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He
was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish
and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem
is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.
A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.
WARNINGS: RATED E (I’m not kidding about this one) for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners), mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.
I pause on the steps to hold my hand out and smile as a few flakes melt in my palm, others land freezing on my cheeks. For each flake, I name an act of pure kindness that I have seen someone perform. It’s a game I sometimes play, to remind me that even when the world is at it’s worst around us, there is always hope.
Well, it’s finally here. The last chapter of this story. It’s been hellacious and fun and I have enjoyed every moment of writing it (and yes, that includes the chapters that had even me in tears while I wrote), and loved sharing it with ya’ll. The response has been incredible and I adore each and every one of you who have encouraged, liked, commented, or even just silently enjoyed it.
If you’ve been waiting for the last chapter before you tackle reading this monster, go forth and read. I cannot wait to hear your thoughts too. :-)
P.S. @peetabreadgirl: PBJ, you know what you did. You’re half the reason this thing even got posted, let alone turned into something that I am so proud to have written and worked with you on. Thanks for taking this ride with me and not kicking to me to the curb after Chapter 1. Smooches for all eternity, lady!
Until the next story!