in which girl and boy are forced into their almost certain death. in order to live, they know one of them must die.
this is their story.
peeta mellark x julia arlock (oc)
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the girl on fire
my sleep is plagued with nightmares.
first, i am running through the woods with a feeling of sheer terror, knowing that stopping will mean my death. a cold, cruel laugh issues from behind me, and as i whip my head around to find the source, my foot catches on a tree root and i tumble to the ground. a dark shadow looms over me as i scramble back against a tree trunk but no matter how hard i try, i can't stand. the boy from district two steps closer and closer before he is right above me, staring down with a look of animal hunger. a jolt of fear tears through me as i realize the whites of his eyes have been swallowed by his pupils, leaving them an endless black. his sneer widens as he lifts up his spear to finish the job. i throw my arms over my head in a useless attempt at defense and cower. as he drives the spear into my stomach, i close my eyes and scream.
when i open them again, i am back at the reaping. effie reaches into the bowl and snatches a name. prim.
the little girl walks robotically up toward the stage and i open my mouth to scream for her but my voice never comes. i move to step forward but my feet stay rooted to the ground. all i can do is watch as she reaches effie, stone-faced. i blink and prim becomes katniss. my eyes shift again and then lily appears, piercing green eyes locked on mine as she smiles sadly. i watch in horror as a phantom knife slices her throat and a gushing river of blood pours from the wound. before she hits the ground, i catch one last glimpse of her eyes and realize her irises are gone, replaced with the same pool of black as the boy from two.
i jolt awake and run to the bathroom, heaving up the fine dinner from the night before. when the last contents of my stomach have been emptied, i curl up next to the toilet and start to shake. i don't realize that i've been crying until i feel the tears slip from my eyes and drip against the icy floor.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
when the sun finally peeks through my bedroom window, i stand slowly and glance at myself in the mirror.
i look terrible. my hair falls in tousled curls and my skin is a pale shade of white. dark circles sit heavily under my bloodshot eyes. my stylist will really have their work cut out for them.
after rummaging through the endless amount of clothes provided by the capitol, i finally settle on a pair of black lounge pants and the same green sweater from the night before. the material is soft on my skin and the color reminds me of the forest in twelve, of my friends, of home. i grab the ends of the sleeves tight and pull the material closer to me, crossing my arms against my chest.
as i walk into the dining car, i'm taken aback by the scene in front of me. haymitch, much more coherent than the night before, is laughing at something he said prior to my arrival. peeta is clutching a roll and staring at the table with beet-red cheeks while effie shoots haymitch a look of disgust. our mentor turns at the sound of the door opening and smiles widely.
