Real

Chapter 4

Author's note:
Sorry I haven't updated in a long time, I didn't have any internet on the weekend and I know I promised I would update but I couldn't. I am very sorry if this chapter is boring or bad, but I tried to finish it as fast as I could because it's 12.30 am here and I reaaaallly wanted to update.
Also apologies to everyone who've waited a long time for this chapter!
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I woke up in a bed feeling very peaceful, despite what had happened before. I sat up and saw the polished floor, the completely empty white walls and a big window that stretches from the floor almost up to the ceiling. Suddenly an awful smell filled up my nostrils. It smelled like old people and death.
I am in a hospital, aren't I?
I hate hospitals. For the last couple of months I've had dreams about being in a hospital, just laying in bed, dying. I hate the smell of hospitals, I hate doctors and I have a fear of needles and any other objects they're going to cut or stab me with, so that won't make it any better.
Suddenly it hit me. It hit me like a frisbee in the face.
Claire drugged me! That damn tea I drank, I KNEW I shouldn't have drank it! I'm just so stupid sometimes. Or like, all the time. Claire probably thought I was going bonkers. But all that I told her was true! I don't know if it was a dream or if I am psychic. Just thinking about that "dream" with Finnick in it makes me blush. I "dreamt" that we met somewhere (I can't remember where) and he started talking to me. He was very nice, but also quite cheeky. I almost instantly fell in love with him. The way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he laughs, and so on...
Or maybe Claire was right. What if I am going crazy? It felt real to me... Best thing for now is to shut up and don't say anything about it.
I pulled off the cover from me and put my feet on the floor. I slowly stood up and went to the window. When I looked out of the window my eyes widened in surprise. I was in a very high building and when I looked down I saw a big, busy street and many buildings. There was almost no people walking, just fancy cars and many limosines driving.
No.
It can't be.
I turned around and my gaze fell upon a door. I slowly jogged to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. I frowned and tried to open it again, soon I was pulling, pushing and banging on the door.
The door opened and hit my hip and I fell to the floor.
"Oh I'm so sorry dear! Did you get hurt?"
I looked up and saw a man and Johanna behind him. I slowly backed away from them, still sitting on the floor. The man smiled at me and came forward. I jumped up and stared at the man.
"Woah, easy tiger." He said and chuckled calmly.
"Who are you?" I stared at both of them, even if I somehow knew Johanna.
"I'm Blight, mentor for tributes in District 7. This is Johanna Mason, one of the tributes from District 7 who will be attending the Quarter Quell."
District 7?
Why is he here?
No. No no no no.
I straightened myself a bit and slowly made my way to the bed.
"And you are here because...?" I plopped down on the bed and stared at Blight.
Blight chuckled.
"I'm here to wish my new tribute good luck in the games." He said ever so calmly.
"Nnnew tribute?" I whispered, not believing the words I've just heard.
"New tribute!? I can't be the new tribute! It's impossible!" I shouted as I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"I haven't even been in the games before! Besides, there needs to be one male and one female tribute from each of the Districts!"
Silence.
"Seems like you know something about the games, Lucy. You're absolutely right... But you're an exception."
"But-"
"No questions." Blight snapped.
I just stared at him, angry, sad and confused all at the same time. Blight sighed.
"Johanna will tell you a bit more about everything going on right now." Blight made his way to the door.
"Blight." I sighed. He turned to face me.
"When's the training?"
Blight chuckled.
"It was yesterday." He answered and quickly made his way out of the room.
"Yesterday!?" I shouted after him, but he was already gone.
Johanna came and sat down beside me.
"I don't understand... I-I can't even run fast enough to escape anyone." I whispered and looked down at the floor.
Johanna sighed.
"Look. I'm going to help you, alright? Even if it's against the rules."
I looked up at her and for the first time I saw her smile. A big, white toothy grin.
"Thank you so much." I said as I shifted my position so I was facing her.
"Okay, so about the games..." Johanna started.
"Yeah umm... Why exactly am i going to be in the games?"
Johanna just stared blankly at me.
She has no idea? Does she?
"I actually can't answer that, because I don't know."
I sighed.
"Well... What is going on right now? I mean like, when's the games?"
"Ah yes. The games are in two days. Tomorrow you'll be cutting your hair, shaving your legs and all that jazz. All the tributes has already been on the show with Caesar and we've all done our training. After you've been treated at the 'spa' you'll be secretly training with me."
I just sat there and nodded.
"Well... Did they ever mention me on Caesar's show?"
I was very curious, what if they did mention me? What if they wanted me to die this easily?
"Actually, yeah. Yeah, Caesar mentioned that in this year's games there's going to be a surprise tribute. Which means that the Capitol selects someone random from a District to basically die in the arena. The surprise tribute isn't allowed to train before the games, and he or she isn't allowed to appear on tv before the games start."
"God." I whispered.
I am really going to die, aren't I?