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we all were born so beautiful - the greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.
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It suddenly went dark in the underground bunker.
I gasped along with a bunch of other people as I clicked on the flashlight that was hanging next to my bed. My father and I exchanged looks as I heard yet another blast. This was scary, especially because we're underground. All of the layers on top of us could come crumbling down, crushing all of us. But we're not supposed to think about that - we're supposed to stay positive according to Coin.
I didn't know it was possible to gain this much frustration with one person. This lady does whatever she wants just because she's President down here. Her behavior is almost identical to Snow's, except she's not the one to blame for the games.
Another blast, screams echoed through the basement like bunker.
I peered my head over the side of the bunk beds and looked up at the ceiling. I noticed the cracks, which got worse with every hit. I slowly sat back underneath the top bed, this was our only protection. I heard my father take a shaky breath in as he heard another blast. He looks over at me as I stare at the ground.
"Aren't you the slightest bit scared?" He asked. I chew on the corner of my lip as I look at him.
"Dad, I'm used to death by now," I muttered so only he could hear me. One of the few kids that I've noticed were right next to us. They must be scared senseless right now, but they weren't the ones screaming. I wondered what they've gone through to not be crying right now. My father gave me a sympathetic look, and I look away from him. I feel his hand on my shoulder.
"I wish I could've done something for you not to go through that," He said. I tucked a piece of hair as the screams continued. It just triggered more flashbacks that Dr. Marcus has been teaching me to push out. They'll stop with time he says - but I'm afraid time will be twenty years from now. "You had to go through it twice."
"I don't wish any of it away," I tell him. He tilts his head to the side, he probably wasn't expecting that response. "I wouldn't have been able to save Cato."
"Didn't you fall in love with him when you were in the games? Did you even know him?" He asked. If he walked down the hall to my room over a year ago, he would've known exactly how well I knew Cato. And I would've been mortified.
"I knew him better then everybody thinks," I explain vaguely. My dad and I were never close enough so that I could vent to him, but now that my mother's dead he seems to be trying. "Sometimes the pain helps me remember that he was real." He puts his hand over mine and sighs.
"You love this boy that much?"
"I used to love him more then I loved myself." He looks at me with a sad expression, it seemed to hurt him that I said this.
