The Unwanted

Untitled Part 2

I meet up with Marlee and Corbin in the dining area of the train.

"Congrats," I grunt. "Your in the games."

Marlee sniffs "A..And you congraulate us?" She sobs, hysteric. Shut up shut up shut up I think, but know better than to express.

"Fuck you," I mutter. Una looks blown but doesn't speak.

Una gives Marlee a tissue and she blows her nose loudly. And Corbin is just, well, Corbin. Same old expression, same old life.

I sigh, knowing that my tributes probably won't last a minute.

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Tributes, killers, family, friends, and Una. Burying me in feet-deep ashes as if I'm dead. Buried alive.

But then Heike, poor, little Heike, pulled out a gun.

And next came a shot that sounded real.

My head hits the dashboard as I sit up and shake. It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real. But it felt real so, so real.

I taste bile and feel as if I might puke. "Get the medics!" Someone farther down the hall calls. What happened? Did someone die? I hope it was the cat. Dear god— the cat....

Forcing myself to get out of bed, I rise and smell blood. Strong, think blood. And-

I stop. Roses.

Snow was here.

I race down the hall and run into Marlee, Corbin, and a medic. And the cat. Stupid Cat. They are okay.

"Miss-" The medic grips my hand as I try to head into the room.

"Don't..Mess...With...Me..." I gasp and grit my teeth. The medic backs away. I smirk and barge in.

The instant smell of roadkill and flesh enters my nose and immediately feel nasueated. I grip the side of a seat.

"What..happened...?" I managed to choke out to that snappy medic dude.

"Well...umm..." He fidgeted. "uhh...That one person..."

"WHAT?!?!?" I demand.

"UnaWasShotLastNightAnIsthoughToBeDead." He gushed.

It took a while to sink in. A long eternity while.

"W..what?" I manage.

I feel faint again and I back out of the room.

"Jo-" I hear Bight call. His lips move but I can't breath, can't see, can't hear, can't.

I turn and run.

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I barely make it to the corridor when I puke.

Once, twice, three times.

And, hell, it doesn't look like puke, or look like it eather. It looks like blood.

I start to cry. Real tears that sting like a thousand wasps and takes my breath away. I puke again as Blight comes up to me.

"Oh..Johanna..." he sighs. Lifts me up bride-style. I vomit blood on his shirt and sob into his shoulder and vomit some more on Marlee who just looks awe- struct and I can't feel anything and can't make it out and where am I where am I where...

"Johanna," The snappy medic dude is back, crouched above me and Blight. We are sitting in Blight's room.

"Just breath. You are having a panic attack." He slips a strange mask onto my face. I puke in it.

"Eww..." The medic sighs and I almost laugh. The mask is gone.

The shaking begins. So does the blood-vomit-stuff.

And I

Can't

think.

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AUTHORS NOTE

OMG GUYS OMG JUST 7 MORE MONTHS OF TORTURE UNTIL MOCKINGJAY PART 2!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO PUMPED!!!! WHOOOOOOO

...Ahem.... sorry... *smooths down shirt*

Soooo... please give me some feedback and let me know if I should keep going.

Thanks!!

Also, I should have killed the cat. That would have been funny.

Una: Noo Alburt you were the fattest cat in history but I still loved you!!!!

Johanna: *Dances* Yes! No more fuckin' Kitty!