kill for your love - the hunger games

(037) the only one

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter thirty-seven, the only one)

a white room, 75 ADD.

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CLAMPITT NEVER CAME BACK, but Juniper had no idea what time it was. It could have been the same day for all she knew, but she had a feeling hours had passed. 

She didn't try to sleep. She didn't want to sleep. With what Clampitt had shown her, what had really happened the last night of the Quell, questions began to torture her head. Was anyone else in the Capitol? Was there currently a full-blown war happening between the rebels and the Capitol? Or had the rebellion failed? 

Juniper tried to sort through her thoughts as she laid on the white bed, staring up at the ceiling. She could slowly feel herself go insane and she had only been in the Capitol for a few hours. Or maybe she hadn't. She had no idea how long she was asleep for. She could have been laying there, dreaming of Brent Higgins for days. A week even. 

Brent Higgins. 

Why had she dreamt of Brent Higgins? She had dreamt back to his Reaping, to the Sixty-Eighth Hunger Games. She was only thirteen with Brent being eighteen. There was no importance in the dream. It was merely her establishing that she hated the man even before he became a drunk. But why had she dreamt it? Brent Higgins held no importance in her life. She hated him, despised him. And she killed him because of it. 

(And instead of crying or sobbing over her district partner's death, she chuckled as she kicked his body with her foot, spitting on it)

Juniper took a deep breath as she ran a hand down her face. She tried to focus on something else, anything else. And so, she was reminded of her father. Where was he? Was he all right? He still had to be in Ten, but was he punished? No, because Juniper wasn't the one who fired the arrow. Katniss was. But if the Capitol thought Juniper was part of a rebel plan, they would kill her father. Or take him. Punish him to punish her. 

No, she didn't want to think of that. She tried to focus on something else. But every thought that popped into her head, it made Juniper's heart race. It made sweat build up onto her forehead. It made her sick because every thought ended with death whether it was hers or someone she loved. 

"You're so dumb, Juniper..." she hissed to herself as she got up, swinging her legs over to rest her feet on the tiles. The pains in her body hadn't come back as severe, but she could feel them creeping up her muscles slowly. 

Standing up, swaying slightly, Juniper surveyed the white room of hell. It had to be made to keep prisoners inside, for there were no faults. No cracks in the walls, no breaks in the tiles. There wasn't even a knob or lock on the door. And there were no windows. There was no possible way she could escape. Unless, once the door burst open, she could quickly defeat whoever it was that decided to come into the room and could run out. But no, that was stupid and incredibly pathetic. Cohorts of Peacekeepers' would be waiting for her and if she was in the Capitol, it would be heavily guarded. Juniper had to come to the terms that she was in the Capitol. She had been caught. There was no escape.