A Stitch can Mend a Thousand Wounds (A Cinna of Hunger Games FanFic)

Chapter Five

I stood in the plexiglass window of the train. Waving my final good bye to my family and friends. I hadn't even sat my bag down in my quarters. I didn't want to take the risk of missing this simple, yet important final wave to them. I blew them all one last kiss, before the train, speed up instantly speeding away in silence.

I stood there for a few more moments. Unsure of what I was to do now. I just stared out the window aimlessly. Trying to regain the my composure.

I felt a small hand on my shoulder. I turned to see the fiery red head, Whalia, with teary green eyes. I felt another tinge of pain to see a cheerful person like her hurt.

No! She deserved to feel guilty about what she's done to me. What she's done to my loved ones. She was very self sinnered by doing this to me.

"What!" I spat at her.

She pulled her pale white hand away, and her eyes shot to the ground "I was going to show you your quarters."

I nodded, trying to throw all my guilt away "Okay."

She remained with her head down as she led me off down a short hall way, and opening a door on the end.

"Here it is. I'm right across the hall if you need anything. Lunch is in an hour. President Snow requested that you change into some of the clothes in the closet. We won't be on the train for long though, we should be at the capitol in three hours." her eyes remained at the floor.

"Uh, okay." I said, beginning to examine the quite large room around me.

I turned around to see if Walia had left yet, and she hadn't. She just stood in the door way with her eyes to the floor.

"Walila." her eyes looked up to me.

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out before I could even say anymore.

I looked at her with my head cocked to the side. I honestly had expected her to apologize, I just didn't expect her to cry, or show any emotions. Walia, just isn't that kind of person, or so I had thought.

I didn't want to except it, but I wasn't one to hold a grudge. In fact the longest grudge I'd ever held was this one, and it was approximately three days. The longest I used to hold were only about three hours.

I tried to hold a straight face, not wanting to show how sorry I was to make her feel like this... But it slipped "It's okay." I sighed, feeling defeated, and disappointed in myself.

She smiled, already turning back to her normal self. "Oh thank you Cinna!" she screeched with her high pitched voice, wrapping her long lanky arms around my neck.

I didn't hug back though, I stood there with the same expression on my face.

"It's fine." I tried to push her away, yet her arms were like concrete locking around my neck.

She continued hugging me, finally she spoke again "Can I help you pick out your out fit!?" she practically yelled into my ear.

I twinged back, finally getting myself released from her.

I wanted to say no, but I couldn't "Fine." I smiled half-heatedly.

"Yay!" she squealed again, before running over to the closet door, whipping it open, muttering on about how orange will look so good on me.

~.~.~.~.

I finally had convinced her to leave with my final choice.

She begged me to wear an orange satin jumpsuit with a bright yellow color. I refused. Not my style.

Then she begged me to wear neon blue jeans, and a yellow swede shirt with girlish paisleys all over it, and a red collar. I refused... again.

Then she begged me to wear a pink and yellow shirt to match her skirt, and yellow jeans to match her her shirt. I refused again, I was fond of colors, but not on myself.

Finally, she told me to pick something. I did, exactly that. I choose a silky black button up shirt, and some darker, sleek jeans.

She didn't approve, but I refused to wear any of these outrageous colors like the rest of the capitol.

And it took me forever to get her to leave my room. I only wanted some quiet, alone time to draw out some sketches.

I now layed sprawled out onto a simple white bed set, drawing.

I was fairly impressed with what I had made. A green cock tail dress, that made some what of a floor lengthened train, covered in sequins, making and almost floral design stand out on the color, with perfect draping and a green birds nest to complete it. I'd have to make that one once we arrive at the capitol.

A loud knock came on the door, and before I could grant whoever it was entrance, Walia busted through the door.

"Lunch!" she screamed from beside me on the bed. She began to tug on my arm.

I sat up "Relax." I then stood up, before I could even move anymore, she was dragging me out the door, not even allowing me to close the door.

"President Snow, and the other victors of District Eleven will be there." Walia spoke as she pulled me along.

Oh, right, I guess it was time to head back to the capitol since the Hunger Games was a week away. I never had personally met the victors, but I knew who they were. Ostro Privick, was one of them. He was at least forty now, and he won at the age of seventeen. Then there was a younger female one who had one about six years ago, I only remember this because there was a huge celebration for a girl of fifteen to win, she was twenty one now and her name was Laurel Yule.

We entered what I assumed was the dining hall. Because a beautiful fragrance filled my nose... Was that beef!? And the amazing exotic foods sat around, leaving me with my stomach rumbling louder than ever, and mt mouth watering.

"You must be Cinna." a firm female voice made me look up. She held out a slender brown arm to me to shake my hand.

"Y-yes." I smiled at her.

"I'm Laurel." she spoke sweetly "I heard about your awesome designs."

"And I'm Ostro." a deep manly voice butted in.

I turned my head to see a at least, six foot five man with dark chocolate skin, staring down at me. His face had a hard expression to it, almost frightening me.

He must have noticed me cringing, and he chuckled "Did I scare you?" he smiled brightly. I nodded, and he burst into laughter. "Good, I wanted to get your true impression on me."

"He's not as bad as he looks." Walia nudged my ribs with her bony elbow.

"Yeah, he just likes to act tough." Laurel added, crossing her arms.

He smiled "No I am a bad, tough guy." he added in sarcastically, whilst acting like a five year old.

"There the previous victors." Walia nodded.

"Oh, I know." I smiled a bit "You guys are like celebrities in District Eleven."

They nodded, acting as if they didn't know.

And Ostro looked me up and down "I've never seen you any where... And I know everyone." he stated.

"I don't hang around a lot of people... A bit of an out cast." I smiled half heatedly.

He nodded.

"Excuse me, have a seat everyone." President Snow's voice boomed through the train car.

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Tristyn