Broken Ones

Cato-Chapter 12

//Huh... I guess I'm writing another chapter. I don't know if people are actually reading this... So I would like to know. Haha the twists are real though. So if anybody is reading... Please just comment or something like that. //

I awake to someone grasping my shoulders and shaking them violently. Groaning, I grab their wrists and remove their hands from my shoulders so I don't head bump them while sitting up. I rub and push the hair out of my eyes to see Clove sitting on my bed, just kind of staring at me.

"...um Clove? What are you-" then she breaks out into this creepy smile that turns her entire facial expression horror movie worthy. It's not that she has an ugly face, cause she doesn't, but her facial expression gives her the appearance of an escapee of an insane asylum.

"-okay..?" I finish and she breaks her creepy state and laughs.

"Seeing how long I could last before laughing. Then you made this face like you had been having a full conversation with the president, and he said he was going to torture your brother or sister."

"Oh.. ha.."

"I totally scared you."

My eyebrows furrow. "You? HA! That's a joke!"

"Did I just distract you with my beauty then?"

Yes. "No, why would you think that?"

"Because I am amazing!"

"Whatever you say, but let me get dressed. We have training today. Shoo! And make sure to let me borrow that perfume that I've been dying to try." I say pretending to be a Capitol citizen. She just laughs and shuts the door, and the entire room seems to get more dull. The light was on, and that was bright and all, it just feels like that she made it feel ten times brighter.

I stand up and walk into the bathroom and check my hair and face in the mirror. I look like a zombie. Great! Now I can get the part in the movie the Undead 3 that I've been fricken wanting to get. My goal was to splash my face with cold water, but in this case it wasn't a turn-on-by-moving-the-handle faucet. I was playing a game of memory, you know where you try to find matches? Yeah... That's what trying to remember what button meant 'On' was challenging. Oh and don't even get me started on the shower.

Once I figure out how the sink works again for the hundredth time, I run my fingers through my hair to make the stray strands go back to their natural slightly spiky look. Walking back into the main bedroom I notice the bed was made and there was a special... Training outfit I guess? It consisted of a slim black tee and red highlights  with tight capri shorts thingy and a pair of black, red, and white tennis shoes. On the back of the tee was a large '2' that was also on the shoulders representing the district number. I tried them on, they were snug, but that's the design of the clothes. On the bright side they were extremely breathable and the shoes were lightweight. I really wish I could use my own shoes and clothes though.

I open the door to my room and step out in the hallway. It was early enough for the hallways to still be dark, but a light ahead proves to me the Clove wasn't playing a prank on me. The light was coming from the dining room, where three people sat around a table. Enobaria, then father and daughter. You think you know a person you know? But all of a sudden they surprise you. I wish I knew she was related to Brutus. I bet you people would like her more even if she didn't like them. But I don't really want anything to change between us... Well...

"Ah, Cato. You've seem to have gotten your lazy ass out of bed so we wouldn't be late." Enobaria states and rips a sausage link in half with her razor sharp teeth. A piece of it flung and landed on Cloves food. She pushed the plate away and grabbed a separate slice of bacon. I sit down at the head of the table and take a plate. I start to fill it with all kinds of breakfast foods, the classics, and some I've never heard of.