Mockingjay's Daughter (Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter 45: Plans

Willow's P.O.V

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

The footsteps from above my cell make me flinch, erecting me up from my position on the cold, concrete floor. Still shivering from the chills it gave me, I looked around to see if anyone was coming to take me to The White Room. Or as I call it; The Torture Room.

Since nobody shows up, I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep since I haven't gotten any in what seems like years. This is when the dreaded images start appearing again-I can't escape them when shut my eyes.

Dark, vibrant red blood drips from creased white clothing. Its Drakob who is wearing it. His blonde hair has dusty ash covering it, making it look more grey. My view of him zooms out, projecting my Mom and Dad standing on either side of him, all with smirking grins on their faces.

"Kill her, kill her, kill her!" My Mom chants to Drakob, all of their heads facing me. "Kill the mutt!"

"Mom!" I cry from the words. "I'm your daughter!"

They scoff and fall into laughter from this. "You're not my daughter." Dad says in disgust at me.

"I am! You love me and I love you!" I let out.

"Who would ever love you." Drakob spits at me, pulling out a sharp blade. "You are nothing. Nothing but a pathetic mutt!"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing." They all chorus with one another. Their eyes also blood red and pure evil. "Nothing but a worthless mutt."

"No!" I cry as Drakob is about to stab me with the sharp blade, with countless corpses around him, Mom and Dad. "Please! I love you."

Just as he stabs me, my eyes bolt back open instantly-still crying from the nightmare.

No.

I'm still here, I'm still in this cell locked up, still away from my family and everyone I love.

I know deep down these flashback from when I close my eyes are just tampered thoughts. It just seems so real, that I can't help but think it sort of is in a horrible way.

It's not real, it's not even real. I have to tell myself frequently. I can't stop crying still though. It's not real, it's not real.

But it's real that I'm all alone here, I'm the Capitols personal tourture weapon to upset my parents. It's real that Drakobs dead and gone so I will never get to see him again. The spark in his grey eyes, his soft calming voice soothing to hear, that incurable annoying temper and the touch of his kiss on my lips. Feeling crazy, I stroke my lips stupidly reminding myself that I will never get to feel them again against my own.

My crying is past feeling uncontrollable now, it's letting out everything bad that's happened which I've tried to hold in.

Stomp, stomp, stomp.

The thudding started approaching much closer. I close my mouth while crying to make less noise. I don't want to even so much of think about how they would punish me if they saw me in this state. Hearing a jingling noise, I look over at my cell to see the guard opening the door.

Oh god, what are they going to do to me now?

When the door swings open, I see another person standing beside him, wearing the same material clothing rags as me.

"No more cells." The guard grunts to himself (I'm presuming) and forcefully pushes the crippled looking man into my cell. He then immediately slams the door shut and walks off.