The 71st Hunger Games - A Love Story COMPLETED

Chapter 29

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His lips forced on mine. He bit my lip trying to make his way in my mouth and I tried to push my arms down and get. him. off. me. He was much stronger. Even with the years of training, I was still weaker. Why did guys have to be stronger? He had had the same training. And he was using it against me. He pushed me down and started to grind against me, while pulling off my clothes. He held my mouth against his. I could barely breathe, let alone scream. And who would come?

Soldiers, most likely. 

And I couldn't ruin the mission and District 13, no matter the circumstances. I couldn't ruin it for everyone. I can't do that. No matter what.

I was raped and left to die on the ground. Jason shoved me and smirked then ran off, taking his clothes, leaving mine on the ground, but with my gun. I couldn't do anything. No weapons. I couldn't help the mission, I couldn't help myself. I had to get home. President Coin would understand. Actually, she would more likely realize how useless I am. I opened the window and it was on the 3rd floor. I lowered myself down onto the ledge. I just hung helplessly. I contemplating jumping. I would just be in pain, lying on the ground. If I was going to die, it had to be quick. The window was big enough to stand on, but not big enough to walk normally. I crouched and secured my hands on the ledge. Lower myself down. It's okay. I can do it. I'll go back to Han. I'm going to make it. Come on.

I looked through the window on the second floor. Empty bedroom. I swear, that guy has enough bedrooms for an army. Maybe they are. Same routine. Crouch, secure hands, lower myself and check the window. I jumped to the ground and simple ran. I ran to the out gate. His garden was huge. I tapped my necklace 4 times.

Abort. Help. Get me the fuck out of this cursed place. 

I saw the agents rushing out, the plan was to go to 7 miles from the Capitol where the drone could safely land with out notice. I just ran the 10 miles. It was hard. My legs hurt. I just ran. Nothing to feel. Just run. I couldn't care if I died at this point. When I reached the approximant place, I wheezed and cooled down. Paige, another co-worker reached it next. We didn't talk, we just watched the sky. It would arrive when all of us were here. 

When we were all here, 10 minutes later, the sound of a drone whirring came down.  It landed and we got in. Failed mission, I had ruined it. Again. Why was I the one to always mess it up? What was wrong with me? Why was I like this. Broken. Wrong. Kept getting saved for what? To come back to be killed. It was a cycle of tourture. I wish it would just kill me.