The Hunger Games (Fan-fic)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here! I'm on a writing roll this week usually it take me FOREVER to get a chapter done but i'm actually already on chapter 3! Woopie and I hope you enjoy! :)

As soon as the peacekeepers let me go I dash straight for the door, I accepted my death as soon as the doors closed, but I won't accept that the baby will die too . I have to keep the baby alive, if only for myself. I'm not even sure if I love it, I just know I can't let it die and If I give up it's as sure as dead.

I grip the brass handle and pull with all my might, but as I guessed it's locked. They're certainly not taking any chances with me. I resort to banging my fists angrily on the doors until my knuckles start to bleed.

"Let me out of here!" I howl, a firm hand rests gently on my shoulder and I stop only to glance back at who it is. Levi stands behind me, his eyes are still blank but his mouth is turned downward in an attempt to look sympathetic.

"Wren, right?" I nod slowly, wondering what he's thinking of, "look, I know this isn't the best thing in the world to get involved in. But you were chosen and that's that, you either participate or get your brains blown all over the wall". He locks me in a fierce gaze, the first thing he has shown in his eyes, and speaks in a stern voice.

I know he's right but I can't just accept this and let them kill an innocent life without even knowing it. I'm not even sure if they knew about the baby they would even care, they'd just use it to get tributes to target me.

"I can't do that" I say in the same tone of voice, meeting his gaze. He falters for a moment, then looks as if he's about to say something when Thyme interrupts us. 

"All right you each have a couple of minutes to say your goodbyes and then we're off to the Capitol!" she squeals, clapping her hands in excitement at the mention of the Capitol.

More peacekeepers come and escort me to a room filled with a chair, desk, and sofa. The chair and sofa are made of a soft fabric that I run my fingers over repeatedly, it feels like stubble. I wait there for a couple of minutes before my mom comes rushing in, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm so sorry Wren, if I could have volunteered for you I would have! I just feel so awful that you had to be dragged up there, Wren i'm so sorry. I should have never let you take out that tessarae, it's all my fault and-"

"Mom!" I shout, snapping her out of her ramblings, she stares intently at me before embracing me in a tight hug. "This was just how it was like when Annora was reaped" she says quietly, at the mention of her sister's name I tense. What if she goes into a mute stage again? Having her family taken twice would surely trigger one.

"Mom, it's not your fault, it was just bad luck. Probably karma or something" my voice wavers and i'm sure my attempt at comfort is less than convincing. She doesn't respond, just strokes my hair quietly.

"Abatha could've volunteered for you" she whispers, breaking the silence, my breath catches in my throat. My mom has never said anything like that.

"No, no she couldn't have" I pull out of her embrace, wary, "she's got a family waiting on her, little kids, she's their only hope for survival". She just stares back at me, I know she's trying to help but putting Abatha out in the open was not the way.

"Time's up" a rough voice says and my mom stands up, looking me straight in the eye, she wants to say something else but can't. She mouths an "I love you" and is led out of the room. What she said still shocks me, she knows better than anyone that Abatha couldn't have volunteered for me. I shrug it off, her mind is just probably clouded with the shock of me being chosen and the grief of losing someone else.

Abathas the next to come in and my face lights up immediately when I see her. We embrace in a short hug that communicates all the things we can't say.