The Story Continues (Mockingjay Fanfiction-Sequel)

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2 chapters in a week! *applauds* to apologize for my previous short chapter

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Swish. The fence sways in the wind.

Clink. The sound of metal on metal.

Sqeak. Just a whisper in the wind. I slip under and over and about. 

Wind. The smooth feel of it. Wrapping my skin in cold and warmth at the same time.

My stomach growls. I realize I barely ate anything back at the little house, and pull out an apple to eat.

Crunch. The sweet sound of teeth on hard fruit.

As I walk past the ruins of the village, I try to keep a straight face and set my line of vision directly forward. But it's hard. So hard, that I almost faint before I get home. The bones. They're still there. Seemingly untouched. I resist the urge to kick them aside to prevent the horror welling up in me. 

The feeling is unlike the one I had before the war. Before I saw too many dead and sick bodies to even feel anything when I did. That feeling has been completely annihilated. This one is unlike the others.

When I see the bodies, I feel it. Remorse and pity at the same time is a fire igniting in my chest. It reminds me of something I've experienced before, but I tell my brain to shut up.

I crunch on my apple and set my eyes again to forward. This time the feeling fades away. 

I walk faster and throw away the apple to the ruins. I come again to more piles of dirt where there should've been houses. I run faster and faster and faster. My breath quickens. My muscles ache. My forehead is beaded with sweat. Finally, it's too much. I close my eyes and hope I can reach my house before I go weak. I have the worst of luck as usual.

When I open my eyes, I'm swaying to the rhythm of a car.

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