No Regrets (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)

8. To Forget

Boredom is a terrible, terrible thing that should be avoided at all costs.

I started pacing again. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Back and forth, back and forth. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Repeat.

I wish Adam was still here. He'd help cure my boredom and curve my insanity. But I don't know where he is, and I don't feel like finding him.

I don't want to talk to Beetee or Wiress either. Or Layla. I want to talk to Adam.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Back and forth, back and forth. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. Repeat.

I can't pace anymore. I've been pacing forever.

I think it's time I found Adam, even though I annoyed him earlier.

I walk a little ways down the hall to Adam's room. When I get there, I knock. No answer. I knock again. No answer. "Adam?" I say. No answer. "Adam?" I ask again. Still no answer. So I open the door.

Adam is sitting on the couch by the window, staring into the fields we're passing by. I think we should be in the Capitol soon, but I'm not sure.

"Adam?" I say, walking over toward him.

"What's up, Cynth? Did you come here for some psychological reason?"

"Yeah, I was bored."

"Oh, so you only want to talk to me when you're bored."

"Pretty much."

"They don't really give you much to do, do they?"

"No. I've been bored for hours."

"Have you tried looking out the window? It's amazing! It might be the last time..." 

"Unlike you, Adam, I intend to win."

"I'm going to try and win too, but it's still nice to enjoy it instead of acting like a Career. Or are you going to be one of them?" he gives me the evil eye.

"Not that I'm aware of." I say back just as coldly.

"Good."

I sit down next to him on the couch and peek out the window. He's right, it isbeautiful out there. This could have helped my boredom a little. But when I looked out the window earlier, it was all mountains that looked the same. It was boring, so I closed the blinds.

But I wish I didn't. Adam's right, I shouldn't have just assumed I was going to live. I'm going to try really hard to, though.

"If you win," Adam ask, staring out the window, "what would you do first when you got home?"

"I'm going to make sure Dana's okay." I say.

"Why?"

"Because she's sick, stupid! Why do you think I volunteered for her?"

"Oh yeah... I forgot, geez."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to lay down and sleep for three days."

"Why?"

"To forget." he says simply.