kill for your love - the hunger games

(047) feathers. dirt. stars

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KILL FOR YOUR LOVE.

act three.

(chapter forty-seven, feathers. dirt. stars)

the white room, 75 ADD.

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THE VICTOR NEARLY LEPT out of her bed when she awoke. Her head was pounding, her heart thudding. Juniper could feel the rage filling her entire being. What was that dream? Why had she dreamt about the interviews?

The Hale woman ran a hand through her hair as she swung her legs over the bed, letting out a groan. She could feel Wiress's single word echo around her ears. It felt as if the loony woman from Three was sitting on her bed, alive, whispering that one phrase over and over. Sold. 

Juniper had buried that dream, that memory deep down in the chest in her heart. The moment where she decided she hated Peeta and Katniss from District Twelve. The moment she met Beetee and Wiress. The interviews for the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games. Why did that come up? 

She didn't know and she didn't care. Instead, she clamped her hands over her ears to try and block Wiress's muttering out as she glanced at the bedside table. There was no tray there, no food, no breakfast or dinner. Juniper's stomach practically roared in response. But the Hale woman tried to block out the searing pain from her empty stomach as she looked around the white room. 

She expected Clampitt to be standing in the corner, or come walking through the door, or to be sitting on the end of the bed. And Juniper wanted her to be. Not because she wanted to see another clip. Not that she liked socialising with Clampitt. It was because she wanted to rip her head right off. 

That woman, every time she had seen her, tried to make her realise something she already knew by showing her clips. Dr. Clampitt wanted Juniper to realise what she was, but the woman already knew. She had been facing that fact, the statement that she was a killer, since the Seventy-Second. 

("Are you asking a question or stating a fact?" Volts replied. He was twitchy and nervous. "If it's the latter, then you are the mentor from Ten. Stating facts.")

And Clampitt probably enjoyed watching Juniper study the clips she showed her. To see how she writhed slightly at the anticipation. To see how her eyes widened at the sudden scene. To see how her face was set with realisation on what Clampitt was showing her. The doctor was using Juniper and now, she had taken away her food and for what? Because the Hale woman had not told her anything about the rebellion, the rebellion she called a lost cause?

Juniper felt a breath of air slip past her lips as she stood up. Her stomach was growling, yelling out in pain at the sudden loss of food. She didn't mind the porridge, really. And Juniper should have eaten the freezing cold grain because if she did, then maybe she would still have breakfast and dinner. But no, she didn't. She didn't because Juniper Hale was a stubborn woman, a woman that rarely listened to others.

But now, as she began to walk up and down the room with her hands on her head, stomach in pain, she wished she had at least not been stubborn. There was nothing wrong with that porridge, now that she thought of it. She could have gotten past the coldness and really, she should have eaten it. But she didn't and so, now, she had no food.