DISCONTINUED - Love Is Deadly (Hijacking Story)

Chapter 1

My name is Clove Kentwell. I'm 15 years old. My home is District 2. I was in the 74th Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. I should be dead. Why am I not dead? I wake up in a small room, a hospital, definitely. I remember everything. The feast. Me running towards Katniss. The arrow. The forcefield being destroyed. Where am I? This is not District 2. Am in the Capitol? I get out of the bed, and wander through the hallways. I come across other rooms. I spot someone familiar in a room. Thresh. He's here, where are the others? I hear someone mumbling. I walk into a room, where Peeta is shaking and muttering in his sleep. I gently shake him awake. "Peeta?" I whisper. He wakes up. "Clove." "Where are we?" I ask him. "District 13." That's odd. The Capitol destroyed District 13 over 70 years ago. "Where are the others?" I ask. He goes strangely quiet, and starts crying. For a moment I'm scared. "Peeta, what happened?" "The Capitol took them. Finch, Katniss, Cato. I don't know what's happening to them." Cato is in the Capitol? They must have gotten to him first. My body reacts before my mind does, and I take off running down the hallway. I lock myself in a closet. My name is Clove Kentwell. I'm 15 years old. My home is District 2. I was in the 74th Hunger Games. I escaped. District 13 still exists. Cato is in the Capitol. It's because of me. They're torturing him because of me. I wish I was dead. I wish he was dead. I wish we all were dead. "Clove?" I don't answer. The closet door opens, and a doctor takes me back to my room. I sit on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I drift off to sleep. I'm woken up by a man I've never seen, named Boggs, and given a gray jumpsuit to change into. I put it on, and I'm guided to a room, where people I don't recognize are, except for Enobaria. "Clove, this is President Alma Coin of District 13." Boggs says, referring to the woman with gray hair. "I'm sorry to hear about the boy." She says with a fake sympathetic look. I haven't even known her for 5 minutes and I already hate her. "We need you for the rebellion." I haven't even been here for a day, and I've been through enough already. "I'll think about it." I run out of the room. I'm already panicking. I can't do this. Have thousands of people looking to me? I know I can't help them. It's all happening so fast. Everything is so overwhelming. Why can't I just be dead? "Clove.." Coin begins. They bring me back into the room. "We couldn't get him. The Capitol got there first." Something inside me snaps. I lunge at her. "You could have saved him! You selfish bitch! You should have just left me!" I feel a needle stick in my arm, and I'm pulled back into a deep sleep. When I wake up, I'm back in the hospital, and I see a girl who looks familiar. I recognize her from the District 12 reapings, Primrose Everdeen. Why is she here? "Why are you here?" I ask her. "She looks at me." "President Coin brought us here, so the Capitol can't hurt us." She replies calmly. "I take it you don't know the Capitol has your sister?" I spit back angrily. She looks away upset. "Oh, I know." She replies bitterly. She gets up and leaves. I don't care that I upset her. I stare at the ceiling. My name is Clove Kentwell. I'm 15 years old. My home is District 2. I was in the 74th Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me. District 13 is still alive and well. Cato is in the Capitol. He's being tortured because of me. I should be dead. Why am I not dead?