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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.
act three.
(chapter forty-five, to make her realise what she was)
the white room, 75 ADD.
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JUNIPER STOPPED EXERCISING. SHE made that very clear to whoever was watching the security cameras as she laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling as she let lone tears roll down her cheeks. There was no point. She couldn't escape. She was thinking of a fantasy.
And with the ceasing of her exercising, Juniper also realised that breakfast hadn't come that next morning. Dinner never arrived last night and it had Juniper thinking as her stomach grumbled and roared.
Did Clampitt stop the Peacekeepers' sending her meals? Was it because Juniper hadn't given her anything about the rebellion or the plan? Or did Clampitt finally realise that the Hale woman was a lost cause and planned to kill her? Whatever it was, dinner didn't come and neither did breakfast and Juniper was left with an empty stomach as she laid underneath the quilts.
Her sweat had evaporated and the nausea had died down. Juniper gathered it was because she was working out on an empty stomach and now, as she laid in the bed hungry, she wished she just had eaten the cold porridge. She now didn't care that it was freezing, she would rather have frozen her intestines than go hungry, stomach rumbling. But she didn't eat the clump of grain and now, she was going to pay for that.
And her idea of not going crazy, to at least think of equations or anything other than death or the Hunger Games, had diminished. The white of the room was finally getting to her. The light that hung above her seemed to be higher in intensity. The room was so silent, so quiet except for Juniper's breaths that it made her sigh. She was never going to escape, she realised that now and so, who would care if she went crazy?
Clampitt wouldn't, that was for sure. She would probably use the insane woman as a test experiment for the Capitol. Or put her on display to show the power Snow has, that he managed to make one of the deadliest woman loony. Or they would hide her away and presume her dead. Juniper swallowed a lump in her throat at the idea and soon realised no-one would care if she went insane.
Except for Finnick. Oh, Finnick. Juniper nearly sobbed at the thought of him. Finnick would care if she went crazy. He had spent their entire friendship stopping her from going insane. But where did they end up? Finnick was with the rebellion, presumably with Annie. They've probably gotten married since the man from Four would have gotten down on one knee the moment he saw her after the Quell. And they were probably happy. And Juniper was in the Capitol, in the white room of hell with tears streaming down her cheeks because she was going to die an inevitable death. Juniper couldn't even remember the last time she spoke to Finnick.
("They've got—"
"They don't, Finn." Juniper shook her head. "She's safe. She's okay. She hasn't gone anywhere. They just want you to think that they have. She is okay, Finnick. No-one is going to hurt her.")
The last time they had a conversation was just after Finnick had been trapped with the jabberjays. The last time it was just them talking where no-one else was concerned. Since then, it was just smiles and head nods. No more conversations and Juniper knew, as she laid in that bed, she probably would never be able to speak to Finnick Odair again.
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kill for your love - the hunger games
Fanfic❝ i'll kill, i'll kill, i'll kill for a little drop of your good love ❞ ― labrinth pre hunger games - mockingjay. fem!oc x johanna mason. all rights go to suzanne collins except for the ocs, plots, and twists that i have added.