No Time To Die | A Hunger Games FanFiction

𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇

I remember the first time I saw Clove. She was in one of my classes since she was advanced. I remember sneaking glances at her in class, and thinking she was pretty, and she had nice hair.

It was the year her cousin was in the games. We were doing an independent assignment and she already turned it in. She was reading in a corner so she probably didn't realize. I remember no one actually doing their work. Because every year around the time of the Hunger Games, everyone would sneak to watch it. I was watching it with my friend under our desk when it came down to the final two. Then I remembered when everyone noticed who it was getting his head bashed in by a rock.

It was Clove's cousin.

Everyone's head seemed to turn to the back of the room when Ceasar's voice rang on all our screens. Clove didn't notice. Everyone seemed awkward, exchanging questioning glances and overall just feeling really bad for her. That's when the headmaster came into our classroom and asked for her.

"Clove Kentwell, pack your bags and come with me."

She looked up from her book and I could tell she knew what happened. Her eyes went blank. Everyone watched as she put her stuff away and walked out the door. Her head was down, but when she pasted me I could see the devastation in her eyes. When she left everyone in the room exhaled loudly.

"That was him right? The runner up." My friend nudged me. I nodded, my eyes glued to the door. I felt so sorry for her. I couldn't imagine loosing my sister in the games. She lost her dad and her cousin.

~

I wake up in a panic and look down. She's still there. She's been asleep for days now. But at least she's still breathing. There's medicine for when she wakes up from Eno though. Her note was very thoughtful, but also very educational.

"OMG that was a close one! Clove is gonna need some serious healing but luckily for you you've got a lot of sponsors. Here in the Captiol there's a going fued about which one of the two of you are cuter. Peeta and Katniss or you and Clove. It's like a support who you think will win. It's stupid. Great work so far, see you back here soon."

A fued between which one of us was the better couple? They act like we're not in a death game!

The dream I had last night drove me mad. She was from the same type of family as me, only instead of a family of victors it was a family of losers. Or should I say, runner ups. I couldn't imagine what Clove was going through. When she got reaped to where she is now. I can't handle the pressure of my families reputation. But how can she handle her families jinx?

She wakes up and ruffles around, it's like in this moment even she forgets we're in a death game. I'm sure by the time she wakes up completely she'll be ready to win this.

~

CLOVE:
My head is pounding like crazy. I lay up against a tree and see Cato in the water fishing. I squint my eyes up to the sky and see that it's freshly morning. I try to stand up but my head says otherwise.

"Hey, take it easy." Cato says, coming out from the water. He grabs something out of his bag and comes over to me. "Here, from Eno."

"Thanks." I take the weird medicine and stare at him. He's soaking wet, water droplets fall from his hair. He wraps a towel around himself and looks back at me.

"How long was I out?"

"Three days."

"Wow, anything happen?" I ask.

"Yeah, Foxface was up there last night, I'm not sure why though."

"Katniss and Peeta?"

"Probably, you know what that means." He says, drying his hair off.