Crazy?

Cato's POV

The carpets stained, this chair is so fucking uncomfortable, why is it so hot in here? I sat there quietly, hating every second. It wasn't my fault I'm here. I can't be held responsible for beating the shit out of someone if they piss me off, I thought bitterly. "Cato Evens?" I hear a small voice say in front of me. I let out an annoyed sigh as I drag my eyes off a small stain on the floor as I look up to who I presume is my social worker. She is a petite women with bright blue eyes and a friendly enough voice.

"Yeah." I give short answers, deal with it.

"I'm Cindy, another man called Cinna and I will be taking care of you during your stay. Are you ready to see your room?"

"Do I have a choice?" I asked, bored and still very much bitter. She shot me a pleading look, she really did seem like a nice person, I even feel guilty for acting like an ass hole to her. Without any more rude remarks I get up throwing the small bag of belongings over my shoulder.

It wasn't a long walk to my room, a few stairs and down a hall way or two and we were there. Cindy swiftly unlocked the metal door pushing it open to reveal a small room. It was plain enough, cream coloured walls with a large window, in the back corner was a double bed and next to that was a table and chair. "I like what you've done to the place, very creative," I let sarcasm run through every word. Her mouth twitched slightly at my dry humour,

"You know, there isn't a rule here that says you can't decorate your own room."

"Yeah, I'm sure crazy people love arts and crafts." Sarcasm really is my second language.

"I'll be in the room next to the front desk if you need me," Her words almost echo the room as the door closes behind her. Fuck I hate it here. I don't even need to be here - I'm not crazy! I get angry sometimes, so what? Everyone does, people need to get the fuck over it! I crushed my eyes shut, and begin to take deep breaths, knowing exactly the consequences if I get too worked up. This was not the time and place to black out. Instead I slam the door behind me as I enter the even duller hallways of Panem's Rehabilitation and Mental Hospital.

I stroll aimlessly up and down different hallways, going through doors that lead me into new rooms. Walks are good. Walks clear my min- SHIT! I slam into something hard knocking her to the floor. "Uh shit, sorry! I wasn't paying attention and...Sorry." I ramble on as I help her up. She was small girl, easily a foot and half shorter than me. Her long black her framed her pale face as she looked up at me with glassy green eyes.

"It's fine, my fault." Her voice was only small, matching her petite frame, but none the less it still had sounded somewhat angelic.

"No, no I should've paid more attention to my surroundings." I rub the back of my neck vigorously trying to find the right worlds to explain why I practically bulldozered her onto the hard ground.

She wrinkled her nose, "Can we just agree that we are both at fault?" Her voice watch much louder now, and somewhat fierce. I like it.

"Deal. Uh, Cato." I say holding out my hand.

She stared at it, an amused look spread across her face, "We're in a mental hospital, formal isn't really the theme here. But I'm Clove."

I let out chuckle, my teeth glimmering at her. Same humour too. "So where ya headed?"

I couldn't help but stare at her lips when she talked, she really was a pretty girl. Focus Cato! I shrug,"No where in general. I only got admitted here today and felt like going for walk, so I did. I'm not even sure if I know the way back to my room to be honest."

This time it was her that laughed at my response. Her teeth shone as she smiled up at me. That smile...Damn! Again his thoughts were interrupted by her voice, "Smart one. I was headed up to the TV room if you wanted to come?"