THEY STOLE THE SPOTLIGHT AGAIN!!!
I was fuming. All of Panem must be in love with ‘The Star-crossed lovers from District 12’! I went straight into my room and into the bathroom. I pressed one of the many silver buttons on the sink, releasing a steady flow of icy-cold water. Splashing the cold water over my face didn’t help my mood at all. Without thinking, and I know that this is really stupid, I punched the mirror.
Yeah I know! I know! It was stupid. Get over it, I had other things on my mind rather than to judge whether or not it was an idiotic idea, okay?!
The glass shattered, sending razor sharp shards of glass into my palm, ripping open the old wounds and creating new ones as well. I looked down at my palms as they bled, completely numb to the pain. I only snapped back into reality and the pain when I heard Cato anxiously rapping on the door.
“Clove?!” He sounded nervous. “Clove? Are you okay? What happened? Unlock the door, please!”
I turned the water on again, hissing as the icy water burned the cuts. I tried to pull the shards out of my hands, but they just kept bleeding.
“I-I’m okay, Cato! Really, I-I’m fine!” I called back, stuttering. I tried to wipe of my hands, only splattering the blood on my dress. Oran was NOT going to be pleased.
“Clove! Please, unlock the door!”
I didn’t answer him, only sat down in a corner of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. I heard splintering, only realizing when Cato appeared in the door frame to the bathroom that I realized that he had broken the door down.
He looked at me, then to the shattered mirror, then back to me.
“Clove? What happened?” He asked, his voice quiet. This, caused me to burst into tears. He came over to me, ignoring the blood that got on his clothes, and gently taking my bleeding hands in his own.
“It’s okay, come on, you’re okay. We just need to get you bandaged up.” He said, moving over to help me up, but I couldn’t move, everything hurt. I was so scared. I didn’t want to go into these games, and when I did go, I didn’t want to win. That would mean that I would have lost Cato. If I came out of those games without him, I would have nothing to live for. Yet, I didn’t want to die! I couldn’t win either way.
He looked at me, sympathy, pain, and love burning in his eyes. To me, he was an open book. I knew everything he was feeling. I knew him too well for him to hide his feelings from me.
He moved over, scooping me up in his arms, still ignoring my blood that was staining his clothes.
I cried into his chest, ignoring the terrified cries of Klestania as she saw the blood.
“What happened here?” Asks Enobaria, but I don’t answer and continue to cry. I don’t care how weak I looked. I was weak, I was frightened, and I was torn with the will to live, yet the refusal to continue living without Cato.
Cato explains for me. “I think she punched the mirror.” He explains, “But please, can we get some bandages?” He says quietly, as if he’s trying not to wake someone.
I slowly feel the world around me fade away as I slip into unconsciousness.
