Broken- A Hunger Games Fanfic

Chapter 14:

TRIGGER WARNING - INVOLVES SELF HARM

I snatch the cheap razor out of the cabinet and sit on the floor. I stared at the razor, thinking about where to do this. 'My arms, I'll just wear long sleeves so nobody sees' I thought, bringing the razor to my left arm. I dragged it across my skin, making it bleed. It hurt, but I didn't stop. Until the razor broke. "DANG IT! STUPID CHEAP RAZOR!" I muttered angrily, throwing the broken razor into the garbage. I was about to open the door when I realized that I had a tank top on. People would see what I did. 'They can't see this. They can't see what I've done' I thought, frantically looking around the bathroom. I rifled through the cabinet and found a roll of gauze. I wrapped my arm, put the rest of the gauze back into the cabinet and walked out of the bathroom. "Hi" a familiar voice said. Wait- I knew that voice all too well... It was the voice that belonged to Gale. 'No, he can't be in the "special" games, what did he do?!' I thought, panicked. "Gale.... Why are you here?" I asked. "Ummmmmmmmmmmm... ABOUT that..." He trailed off, not making eye contact.  "Gale, tell me" I said sternly. "Ok... Well... The Mayor was coming back from leading you to the train and... I attacked him..." Gale sighed. "YOU WHAT?!" I screamed. "GALE! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS?! WE HAVE TO FIGHT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN THESE GAMES!" I yelled. "Yeah... I know..." He again didn't make eye contact. His eyes moved to my left arm. Oh no. "Why is your arm bandaged?" He asked, concerned. "Um..." I tried to think of an excuse. "Katniss..." He rarely called me by my name anymore. "I fell.... On some broken glass in the bathroom. I'm fine. I cleaned it up and then cleaned my arm and bandaged it" I lied. "Katniss... I know when you're lying to me... Now is one of those times" Gale looked at me worriedly. "Look Gale, I'm not lying. I fell on some glass. It's ok. I'm fine  let it go, ok?" I said, trying to sound like nothing was wrong. "This wouldn't have to do anything with Prim would it?" He asked. "No Gale. I may be depressed about what happened to her, and I am EXTREMELY depressed about it, but I'm not harming myself if that's what you're thinking" I lied again. "Ok, but when you're ready to tell me the truth, I'll be waiting" he sighed sadly as he walked to the bathroom. I felt bad about lying to him, but he can't know about this. He just can't. I ran to the kitchen, looking for a knife or something sharp. I found a small but really sharp knife and I grabbed it. I ran to a bedroom and locked the door behind me, unwrapping the gauze and then continuing to cut my arm. I cried more and more with each cut. I COULDN'T stop cutting. I WOULDN'T stop cutting. I didn't WANT to stop cutting.