fallen snow - coriolanus snow

mockingbirds

"You will not contact anyone outside of capitol officials, Do you understand"

"...yes"

"You will not talk about your past to anyone unless it's capitol officials, Do you understand?"

"..."

"Miss. L/n? Do you understand?"

"yes, I understand."

.

You're too numb to cry. the train tosses you side to side every so often, and you start to wonder if this is how the tributes felt. rusted doors groaning as you wait to be dropped off in an unfamiliar place.

You somehow hate yourself more for comparing your situation to dead people. After admitting in a handwritten note and then again in person, that yes, you, Y/n L/n had suspicions of a traitor and didn't report it.

You tried to lie and say that was your report. the letter on his desk was you turning him in, but it all just fell before you. too little, too late.

They told you the capitol has too many protesters at the moment to publicly hang a young girl...It would make them look worse. So, instead, they will have you work in one of the districts.

You asked about him, not caring about how you looked, obviously ruining your statement that you no longer had feelings for Coryo. They just looked at you and continued with their reports.

They would've hung you for not reporting him...so what are they going to do to him?

His blood is on your hands....you puked before you entered the train and once again at the first stop. 

bile dribbled on your chin as you quickly wiped it with your raggedy jumpsuit. looking around the first stop on the way to your forever home.

trees. thick, full trees and a chorus of birds on each branch. the air was fresh and sweet. the grass lush and you almost felt at peace until the guard forced you back into the train.

you curled into the rusty bed of the shaking train as it started up again, the last thing you heard before you fell asleep were the sounds of mockingbirds singing.