This is my first story I'm going to post on Wattpad. This is just a short story I decided to fiddle with writing. Please comment with your thoughts, whether you hated it or loved it. I would really appreciate it!!
Disclaimer: All characters are the creation of Suzanne Collins
-CFF
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That female. She kissed me. She used me. I knew she would given her history. Yet that didn't stop my heart from wanting her. From wanting to give her my love.
From the beginning I would watch her. At school, at training. I saw her date every boy at school and break all of their hearts. I told myself she was no good for me when we first started dating. And I admit, it surprised me when we lasted longer than most of her other relationships. But that didn't change the fact that she still planned to move on in the end.
I knew that she was definitely drifting away from me when we were reaped for the Games. She saw District Two's male tribute, Cato, at the Capital and immediately knew that was who she would make a dating beeline for. She was desperate, to keep up her reputation I guess? So that first night, after the parade and dinner, she announced that it just wasn't working anymore. And she moved on without a guilty conscience. But I hated the fact that I let myself fall for her. And as "un-Career-like" as it seems, I knew I wouldn't be the one to kill her in the Games.
All throughout training her next choice for a temporary partner was obvious to all. Cato seemed willing to let her hang onto him.
It was only in the second week that I found out that Cato's reputation was equal to Glimmer's in some sense. He was a heartbreaker. Clove and I were talking as we trained with spears and it wasn't hard to tell that she hated him as she talked about him. She had glared at his oblivious self, he was currently flirting with Glimmer and visa versa. Clove continued to tell me about him with a fire in her eyes. "That's why I want to kill him in the Games. He broke my sister's heart. And mine." She murmured that last bit just loud enough for me to pick up the pieces. Oh the irony.
I even tried to warn Glimmer. Tried to tell her of his past and pattern. But she wouldn't listen. "He's different." She tole me. She refused to believe anything different.
So I stopped trying to tell her. And in the end, I think she realized who he really was. I hope so. When Fire-Girl decided to unleash Tracker Jackers on our small camp, Glimmer and Rosette died. Glimmer screamed for Cato, thinking he would come and save her from them maybe? All I know is her screams of terror broke my heart, that and the fact that Cato wouldn't come to her rescue. The stingers contained enough poison to kill her. The night I saw her face in the sky I lost it. Career though I was, tears fell down my face. I knew she never loved me and now she never would. But the heart thinks differently than the mind, wanting what it wants.
After that night I was simply a moving puppet. Following Cato's orders. On the day of my death I actually felt something. Boldness, bravery. I saw the signal fire along with Cato and Clove. We rushed towards it. But as we neared the fire, I saw a dark streak rush by to my right. Cato and Clove were oblivious to it as they pressed on. I turned and raced after the streak, making sure she didn't hear my steps following her. Because now I can see its a her, the child from District Eleven. As she runs she trips, falling into a snare we set earlier this week. I flip my spear in my hand, ready to approach for the kill when her voice surprises me. "Katniss! Katniss!!" She calls. An ally? Well they can't get here before I can leave other wise I know I'll be done for. I can hear the ally coming as she calls, "Rue?! Rue I'm coming!!" I panick. I rush to the girl's side as she lays there entangled. She screams as she spots me. I thrust my spear into her stomach as Fire-Girl, breaks through the trees. Before I can throw something at her, she loads her bow and shoots an arrow into my throat. My blood spurts, staining the ground and my shirt. And as I topple over, closing my eyes, I realize sadly that my life was all for naught.
