LOVELY

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'I've lost everything and still have
Never given up.'
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Groaning, Indiana rolled out of Marvel's soft sheets and dragged her tired body into the bathroom. Splashing her face with cold water, she remembered that this was quite possibly her last day in District One, and she didn't want to waste it.

Dressing herself in athletic clothes, she realised it was only 6am. Marvel's snores filled the room and so she quietly snuck out of the room, not wishing to wake him.

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Taking her frustration and fear out on the punching bag, Indie's mind blocked out everything apart from her fist against the bag and the correct punching techniques.
By lunch, her knuckles were bruised and sore, and her dark thoughts were getting the best of her. It wasn't until Marvel had tracked her down and physically restrained her that she realised how exhausted she had become.

"What's wrong, squirt?"

"Don't call me that," she snapped, irritation getting the best of her.

"Indie, what's wrong? Talk to me."

"Don't make me say it out loud."

"It might help if you do."

"I don't want to." Indiana said stubbornly, turning her head away from him and trying to ignore the prick of tears.

"Say it. What are you so afraid of?" Marvel pushed, knowing that if she didn't get it out then it would eat away at her. Whilst he felt bad for pushing her, he knew it would be best for her in the end.

"I'm worried I'm going to die, Marvel! Is that what you want me to say? That I know everyone is feeling this way but I know how the Capitol works. I know my name is in that bowl more than anybody else's, just for the thrill. And more than that, I'm scared that all my hard work will be for nothing and I'll end up just like my mother and father." Indie vented.

Instead of yelling at her friend, the blonde girl sunk to the floor and let out a small whimper, holding back the tears. Sinking to his knees beside her, Marvel  pulled her tightly into his chest. No words were said between the two as the hug was all the comfort they needed.

Despite trying to convince her that everything was fine, Marvel was just as terrified as Indie was. He knew there was a 90% chance his friend would be going into the Games tomorrow, and he knew ther was nothing he could do to stop it.

Eventually, the sobs subsided and Marvel picked up the 5'2 girl who had fallen asleep in his arms before walking out of the Academy, leaving it behind forever.

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"You know she loves you more than anything." Cashmere whispered to Marvel as they both stood in the doorway of Indie's grey and blue room.

The girl they herself was fast asleep in her bed, fists tightly clenching the sheets around her as visions played on her eyelids.

"I love her too. I don't know what I'll do if she gets chosen tomorrow." Marvel responded, eyes never leaving the slender figure in the bed.

"Me either. Gloss has spent the entire day tearing apart everything in the Training Room. We all know that bowl is rigged. I'd be shocked if she isn't chosen and if somebody else does get chosen, especially a wee one, we know she'd volunteer for them."

"What are we going to do? It's not as if I can volunteer for her."

"We hope. That's all we can do. She's strong and she's skilled. Everyone in the Capitol loves her so she'd have loads of sponsors."

"She better make it."

"Come on. Let's go get some dinner." Cashmere placed her hand on Marvel's shoulder and pressed a motherly kiss to the side of his cheek, pulling the bedroom door closed behind them.

Whimpering in her sleep, Indie tried to force away the image of Marvel being impaled by a spear surrounded by thick, green trees.

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'I felt victim and I thought I
Would never find the strength to do what I must do.'
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