hello everyone, i have returned. i have been going through it lately, between my minimum wage job and school being at an all time worst, im suffering. i hate my english teacher. that's mainly why i haven't been updating anything. i am currently clocked in at work, alone with a random man that i've never met, who distantly reminds me of matthew lillard. i have subjected him and all customers to listening to arctic monkeys for the past four hours. and now that i'm hyped up on a celsius and ice cream, i thought this would be the perfect time to create my latest chapter. so enjoy! and also a big thank you to everyone who supports and reads my stories, this is all for you and because of you <33
I sit alone in the room, my only company being the heavy silence that fills the void in my aunt's absence. The weight of what she just told me caused my body to physically lean forward, my elbows propped up on my knees, hands gripping my head to try and stop the thoughts from swirling.
What had happened to Lucy Gray Baird? Who was the man that coaxed her into the woods and left without a trace of her.
But before my thoughts become deafening, two bodies barreled into the room. Prim and Katniss.
Instead of saying anything, the pair split, with Katniss remaining stoic and Primrose rushing to my side, clinging to my right arm.
"You're going to be okay", Katniss whispered. "You can use a bow and an axe, those skills alone give you a huge advantage".
No emotion shows in her eyes, a drastic difference between the dark haired girl and the blonde child next to me. The latter's eyes are already filled with tears, her arms gripping mine with a force so tight that it was cutting off my circulation. I didn't mind, though.
"You'll win, right y/n? Promise me you'll try, you have to. Everyone needs you here. We need you", she cries out with a shaky and breaking voice, tears streaming down her face now.
With the little girl's arms stretched around me, her salty tears running down to hit my body, I couldn't leave her without a spark of hope.
"I promise", I lied, fighting back the tears in my eyes.
Her head presses impossibly closer to me with this, and I clasp my hands around her golden hair, unwilling to let her go.
"Thank you".
She wiggles her way out of my grip to grab something out of the pocket of her tattered white dress, worn specially for the Reaping ceremony.
"Will you wear this, as your token? Your aunt gave it to us, saying that it was her sister's and that she forgot to give it to you. She wants you to have it", she asks with a dreadfully desperate voice, unable to surpress the emotion in her tone.
Her hand reaches out to offer a thin, golden pin: a circle with an intricately carved mockingjay in the middle of it.
As an answer, move my hair from my left shoulder and watch as her delicate fingers clasp the pin onto the dress I was wearing. I pull her in for a hug and kiss the top of her head
As the peacekeepers burst through the doors to retrieve my visitors, I hastily, out of instinct, grab Katniss's wrist and wrap my arms around her waist, ensnaring her in a hug.
For a moment, when she doesn't return the gesture, I worry that I've overstepped the limitations of our relationship, she runs her hands up and down my back, in a way that a mother would comfort her child.
Before the peacekeeper pulls her away from me, she leaves a small kiss upon my cheek. While she is being whisked away, she whispers four haunting words to me, lingering like her tattoo kiss.
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