No Time To Die | A Hunger Games FanFiction

𝖤𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇

Ever since me and Cato got back from the games, I feel like I've been waiting for our life to begin. I hate to say it, but I miss those dark streets, and that melancholy atmosphere. And I never thought I say this, but I miss my mom. Once the interview was over I wanted to finally talk to Cato, but Brutus took him away before I could. Eno told me that we'd have plenty of time to be together once we were done with all the press and interviews. I didn't care for all of that I cared about seeing the man I love after our near death experience. I needed to talk to him, I needed to see him past our stupid couple interview.

Siri got me ready for my singular interview. She changed my dress into a longer red one and took my hair out, clipping it out of my face. To my  dismay had grown out a good bit in the arena. When she showed me how I looked I hardly recognized myself. She told me that that was the point, I wanted to punch a hole in the mirror.

After the interview I was allowed to get out of my dress clothes and finally am allowed to get comfy. I ripped out of my dress and threw my heels at the wall. I groaned and sat on my bed frustrated. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to see Cato! I finally sat up and put on some pajamas and braided my hair. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. There wasn't a single bruise, scar, scratch on my body. It disgusted me. If you looked at me without knowing me you'd assume I didn't just fight for my life in an arena and barely came out alive. And that made me furious.

I grabbed a pair of hair scissors from the draw and shot it at the mirror, aiming right at my own faces reflection. My breath was heavy and I couldn't contain my anger. I began to calm down when I heard some yelling in the hall.

"Cato!" Someone yells. I hear struggling and the occasional shout before Cato came barging into my room.

"Clo!" He yells, finally spotting me. I run out of the bathroom and into his arms.

"I heard glass breaking, are you alright?"

"I'm fine now."

He looks around the room and notices that furniture is broken and the bathroom is in shambles. Eno comes running into the room and goes to yell at us but stops seeing our position.

"I've wanted to see you Clove." He says, shoving his head into my neck, "So badly."

"I know, me too, I have so much to say."

"And you'll say it once we're out of the Capitol, you two can't see each other I'm sorry." Eno said, coming over to us. Cato whispers in my ear.

"Meet me at our spot at midnight." He pulls away from me and I nod my head. He goes to kiss me until Eno grabs his shirt, tugging him out of the room. I'm alone in the room before a group of peacekeepers barge into my room. They take me by my hand and take me to the medic wing. I start struggling, confused on what's going on. They strap me into a bed and a few doctors come in. They're whisperings inaudible things. 

"Hey!" I yell. "What's going on?" 

"We're making sure you're eligable for morphling, to calm you down a bit." 

"Calm me down?" I ask, trying to sit up, "Calm me down!?" The doctor looks at me and goes to grab a syringe. My body goes into fight or flight, the doctor nears closer to me and goes to insert it in my arm, before they can I grab the syringe in my mouth and shove in into the doctor's arm. I clentch my jaw, tightening the syringe in my mouth. I look around at the other doctors, hesitate to do anything. I spit the syringe out and look at them.