𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞
/bro͞ot/
1.
a savagely violent person or animal.
"𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑－𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑒"
Hunger games - finished - 3/4/22
Catching fire - finished - 5/11/22
Mockingjay part one - finished - 6/21/22
Mockingjay part two - fin...
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Nightmare is all I can say, this whole experience as of now is a nightmare. I'm sitting down on a soft love seat with Leo beside me crying his eyes out.
His knees are in his chest struggling to breathe. I want to say something but no words come out. We have yet to see our mentor, Lilac said she'd be right back but I don't know how long it's been.
I look around seeing a cloth napkin sitting on the table. I grab it and poke Leo's shoulder. "Here." He looks up at me his dark brown eyes turned hazel with red around it. "Thank you." I nod my head.
"How are you not crying?" He asked as he wiped his nose, turning it a bright red. "I have, but now I'm just pushing it aside and looking at the task at hand, which is the games." I notice he nodded his head.
"I'm Leo, I haven't formally introduced myself." He held out his small hand. I notice his white button down has gray dots where his tears fell. "Cypress." I shake his hand. "That's a cool name." "Thank you. I like your name also." He gave me a slight smile. We are getting somewhere.
"Are you nervous for the games?" He turns to me taking his knees out his chest. He continues to take small quick breathes trying to hold back tears.
"Yes, but we shouldn't talk about that now. Your still in shock. Lets just try to calm down for now." "I... I can't when- when it's the reason I'm- I'm on a train." "Hey hey hey." I scooted over and moved his hair out of his face trying to comfort him.
"It's alright." He got closer to me hugging me. "Why don't you try to get some rest." "I won't be able to sleep." "Why not?" "I... Uhh I can't fall asleep with out my blanket, my grandmom knitted it for me."
My heart broke into a million tiny pieces. He's just a kid. He still has a comfort blanket. And sometime in the next two week he will be sleeping in an arena fighting for his life.
"Why don't you just close your eyes." "I know we just met but can you, please sing to me?" He looked at me with puppy eyes. He looked like a porcelain doll about to crack any second.
I nod my head yes. I grabbed a pillow from the seat next to us and sat it down. He lays down next to me and I started to rub his back. Hearing soft sniffles come from him.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head and close your eyes And when they open, the sun will rise
Here it's safe, here it's warm Here the daisies guard you from every harm Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true Here is the place where I love you
