'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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Lyra's leg bounced as she leans against the wall, her hands gripping onto the windowsill to prevent herself digging her nails into her skin from nervous habit.
She sat there for another minute until the door opened abruptly. Cole ran in first, throwing himself into his sister's arms like he used to when he was little when she returned from the beach.
The young boy now had a vague understanding of the Games. He knew Amber was gone and was never coming back for the same reason that Lyra is leaving now.
Her father and brother soon joined, holding the Holland girl in a big hug before they pulled apart with teary eyes.
"It's okay, we knew it would happen eventually, right?"
Caspian stepped forward, opening his palm to reveal a rope necklace with a pearl. The same necklace she'd given Amber all that time ago that her brother was now giving her. She'd completely forgot about the piece of jewellery. President Snow had sent it to the family after they'd held a funeral for the girl as some sort of sick joke.
Until now, the necklace had just been sitting in Amber's room.
"I thought you'd like a token, proof that we'll all be with you. Even Amber," Caspian says, tears evident in his worried eyes.
"Thank you, really." Lyra only let a few stray tears fall, she wouldn't want to appear weak when the cameras showed up. "I love you guys, so much." Caspian slipped the necklace over his sister's head.
Not long after, a pair of peacekeepers came in to take them away. Jared started to leave immediately, holding Cole's hand as the little boy whimpered. Caspian was the one to defy the men, instead of leaving he engulfed his sister in one last hug whispering in her ear, "i'll see you soon okay?"
"You got it," Lyra nodded, fighting the tears that were desperately fighting her to escape.
Caspian allowed the peacekeepers to take him away before they got too impatient. His brown eyes were the last thing she saw before the door closed and she was left in silence.
Deafening silence.
The next time the door opens, a girl smaller than herself with light ginger hair is rushing into the room and throwing herself into Lyra's arms. Mr and Mrs Cresta follow right behind the girl but they only hug the redhead and wish her luck before leaving the room to give the two best friends some privacy.
"Annie, Annabelle look at me," Annie looks up at the nickname that had been given to her by Lyra because Annie used to make princess dresses out of old fabrics every time she came round the Holland house so they'd given each other princess names. Princess Annabelle and Princess Lyrianne. "Everything's gonna be alright, I promise, it'll all be okay."
She strokes the younger girls hair as she soothes her, a single tear running down her own face. The words did nothing to comfort herself but Annie's breathing seemed to even out after a long moment.
"Just try your best to come home okay? That's all I'll ask, that you try, promise me," Annie begs.
"I promise," Lyra kisses the girl on the cheek before peacekeepers come and take her away. They are more gentle than they were with Caspian as she goes willingly.
With a small wave from Lyra, the door is then closed and she is alone again.
Alone to ponder her thoughts of what has just happened and what awaits her.
Lyra takes a minute to compose herself, wiping her eyes with her palms and taking a couple of deep breaths before she too left the room. She was met by their escort, Havana Whiffe, and her fellow Tribute, Dylan Prone, and the two were dragged off to an awaiting fancy car.
The seats were plush leather with luxury and the car reeked of their escort's perfume. The windows were tinted and there were fancy bottles with different coloured liquids in them.
Havana Whiffe was talking excitedly about something but it was obvious that neither teens were listening.
Lyra couldn't even stop the eye roll from taking over on her face.
On the other side of Havana, Lyra's district partner was fighting the urge to jump out of the moving vehicle and take his chances with the peacekeepers but he decides against it.
So even though their escort is chatting away as the car drives towards the train, both tributes remain in a trance only hearing the muffled voice of Havana Whiffe as they are driven towards their fate. Knowing it is impossible for the both of them to return home together.
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(AN: sorry, was supposed to post this yesterday but I hadn't edited it yet but here it is, also sorry this is really short the next one will be longer)
