𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐞 ☦︎ 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ☦︎ 8

That night, no sleep comes.

It's like my body is unwilling to accept it. I lie amongst the covers on what is probably the most comfy surface I've ever been on, and yet I still can't bring my body to sleep.

It's not really a surprise, though. Tomorrow could well be the date of my death.

And then, randomly, at one point in the night, I just think, I need to get out of here.

The cold night air sends goosebumps spiraling all over my body as I throw the covers off, getting up and slipping my slippers on my feet.

I walk out my room and through the apartment, shivering slightly. I don't know where I'm going, but all that's going through my head is out, out, out...

I end up in the elevator, for some reason. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but they have guards all around the tribute centre at night, so I can't get out out.

When I get to the ground floor, I step out, and am greeted by a darkened foyer. I'm not by any means calm, but I'm definitely not scared.

Now I'm out my room, I'm just sad.

Before I know it, I'm sitting down on the ground, the marble floor cold beneath me, as I cry my eyes out.

I'm sobbing for Prim, who will never get to see her big sister again.

I'm sobbing for Katniss, who will now carry the burden of getting food for our family on her own.

I'm sobbing for Gale, who I wish to speak to right now more than anything.

I'm even sobbing for myself, though I am at the back of my mind at the moment.

I can't believe Jasper said what he did in the interviews. He raped me when we were thirteen, yet he claimed he'd had a crush on me forever when Ceasar prompted him.

It's not true, I know it's not. I know he was lying, just saying what Haymitch and Andrew prompted him to, but what if he wasn't?

What if he does actually like m-?

"And I thought I was the only one dumb enough to come down here."

I jump as I hear that voice.

His voice.

My head snaps up, instantly connecting with the eyes I know to be a beautiful shade of blue, despite me not being able to see them due to the non existent light.

"Go away," I'm telling him before I can stop myself. My voice carries no threat, however. In fact, I seem scared.

"No," Cato tells me, stepping forward. This leads to me being able to see him slightly better. I still can't see his blue eyes, but I can see the dangerous flicker in them.

I roll my eyes, chuckling slightly as the tears threaten to come again. "Then why the fuck are you here?"

Cato chuckles too, almost grinning at me. "Wanted a little bit of freedom. Y'know, before we're all forced to kill each other."

"You want to kill people," I shoot back. "You said so in the interview."

"You of all people should know everyone puts on a show for the interviews," Cato tells me. "You don't strike me as the type to giggle, Everdeen, even though I've only known you a week."

Him calling me by my last name irritates me, but I suppose he hadn't known it until tonight when Ceasar announced it on live television.

"So do you like a girl?"