His hands lock around my throat and my air flow stops. I look up into his once soft eyes and see nothing but hatred looking back at me. My vision dims. This is it. My death. At the hands of the boy I loved most. I pass out as I see people busting through the doors.
I wake up in a bed sometime later that day, covered in bruises. He tried to take my life away from me.
I reach over to the books stacked on the table beside me, in attempt to keep myself from thinking about him.
I open to a random page about some prophecy.
You shall delve in the darkness of the endless maze
the dead, the traitor, & the lost one raise
you shall rise or fall by the ghost king's hand
the child of Athena's final stand
destroy with a hero's final breath
& lose a love to worse than death
The book slips from my hand. Lose a love to worse than death. I cannot stop one thought from repeating in my mind: I didn't get to see Peeta in the games at midnight like I promised, & I wouldn't ever see him again.
Author's Note
I do not own The Hunger Games or Percy Jackson & The Olympians.
I know I said I wouldn't write again, but I had a really crappy day and writing makes me feel better. & don't you dare give me crap about how I lied about quitting writing or saying I was looking for attention because tbh I just had a shitty day so I created some shitty writing to match, okay?