A treat i am uploading two chapters for u guys tonite, also, i do not hav any idea when i will upload in behind a smile becuz i am busy with school, dance, play, and my new youtube channel so i think i am putting tht on hold for a while i will make an annoncment soon maybe tues anyway enjoy!
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"Miss Lionheart?"
I turned to see a waitress holding out a large silver tray adorned with large heaps of French fries and a large burger. I smiled gratefully at her as she set it down on the table. With a small bow, she scurried away, her footsteps silenced my the thick carpet covering the floor.
"I can't believe this is happening, Aaron mumbles, more to himself than to me. "First your sister and now us..."
I sucked in a sharp breathe, my body tensing up. Memories of my older sister flashed through my head.
Her laugh.
Her smile.
The tree branch she'd been killed with.
In the last hunger games, my older sister Annie had been beaten to death with a heavy tree branch. Mark Jarod had been the one to beat her head in. I remember watching the screen with a numbing horror spreading our from my toes into my arms and legs, my brain a fuzz of pain. I'd fainted then, and that was the day my parents joined the Rebellion.
"I just can believe-"
"Well, I can! So stop your mumbling and keep your heads up!" Jeffrey, out mentor, slammed his hand onto the table, silverware clattering noisily. Several waitresses wandering around jumped, their eyes widening with fright. A glass dropped soundlessly to the floor, rolling around until it landed at the leg of my chair.
I picked it up, and gripped it tightly, my knuckled whitening.
"You have got to stop acting surprised. Fresh, weak meat like you is just what the Capital needs to satisfy it's blood lu-"
I chucked the glass at him, and he ducked. His glistening silver hair shined in the light as he glared at me. I glared right back and stood.
"I can't sit here listening to your crap," I growled, storming off through the sliding doors. Jeffery called to me, but I ignored him as of he didn't exist. Waiters jumped away from me as I stalked back to my room. The train swayed gracefully as it made a wide turn around a plethora of trees, the skinny pine needles whipping furiously in the passing wind.
I locked the door to my room, my head pounding with a newborn headache. I felt the beginnings of a memory surface behind my eyes, my headache intensifying. I breathed in and out as deeply as I could, trying to push them down.
Eventually, the headache and memories faded back into the recesses of my mind. I stood, prepared to sleep until when a knock rebounded around the room. I groaned inwardly. What now?
Aaron stood at the door, his stormy hues meeting my worried blue ones. His bulky frame took up the width of the door way and as he stepped into the room, I stepped back.
"What wrong?" I ask, turning my face away. He doesn't need to see me cry. Every time I see him, it reminds me of what I could loose, and what I'll have to protect.
"What wrong? Everything!" he blew out a breath in a near whistle, his hands wringing around themselves like quarreling snakes. "We are being sent out there to die! We are going to die!"
I'm grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him hard. "Get a grip! We. Will. Not. Die. I'll protect us. We'll protect us. We don't have a choice! It's either fight and live, or quit and die, you choose! I'm going to fight tooth and nail to survive, even if you won't!" I felt my face redden with my sudden outburst, my tangled worries exploding into wrath.
He stared at me wide eyed, his shock evident. I blinked a few times, shocked at myself as well.
"I-I'm sorry..."
He shook his head, his sad, almond shaped eyes heavy laden with worry and fear. "You were right, we have to fight for or lives. We have to get out of this alive, even if t kills us."
He gave me a weak smile. "I guess that last part didn't make much sense."
I forced a smile as well, my hands becoming clammy as the fear set in. This is real. It really is happening.
"It makes sense to me," I grasped his large, calloused hand in my small, steady ones. "We can do this."
He nodded, accepting my fragile reassurance. He told me that Jeffrey requested that I meet him in the train's lounge for a talk.
Crap.
Aaron left after that, his eyes sunken and hollow. They looked devoid of any emotion, so lost that there was no way to be found. I consoled him, and by the time he left, he looked better than he had a few minutes ago. I hate how much he depends on me for support.
I hate the hunger games.
I hate the Capital.
I hate President Snow.
I felt tears prick my eyes and I blink them away. I have to be strong. No more pretending like life is fine. It's not. Nothing is fine. I used to ignore the senseless death around me and act like I didn't have a care in the world.
Well that's changing, and now.
I'm going to survive, we're going to survive. No matter what.
