Gazing out at the bright lights surrounding my home has become somewhat of a routine in recent months, giving me a much needed reprieve from the life I have found myself living. I relish the pain my irises feel as they readjust to the outside world, to the city that has soon become my prison. The city that has infiltrated my nightmares as I battle with sleep, the place that haunts my thoughts as I am flung onto mattress after mattress, the home I awake to on haze filled mornings after I have unwillingly given my innocence away, all while my beloved mother lies calm in her silk covered bed in the poorest of the districts. I hope sometimes for a reprieve, hope for a single day where my life can finally become my own, yet in the remnants of my heart, I know that this will never come. Not while dear Primrose is still alive, not while my hunting partner still has a heartbeat. And this sickens me. The knowledge that I, Katniss Everdeen, would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't give in to every seedy demand of the Capitol man.
My thoughts grinded to a halt as I felt the patio door open, bringing with it a chilly breeze that coursed through the numbness in my veins as I felt myself come back to life. With my newly found mask planted firmly on my lips, I turned round with the sultriest look I could muster. Yet the face that approached me was not one I was taught to expect. The face was the one that haunted my mind every single night, the one that tore me away from my fiancé as I forced myself to stay awake after the 75th Hunger Games. Snow.
My mind went into overdrive as my reflexes kicked themselves for not understanding the complexity of the situation sooner, the literal part of me wondering how the President managed to come so close to me without a moment of realisation or a fear induced mumble. "Katniss" I heard him say, though my thoughts were so clouded it could have been anybody. "Yes President Snow?" I looked up to meet his cold glare and stepped backwards, fearing the venom that was sure to escape his sore filled lips. I sometimes wonder where the old Katniss disappeared to, who would stick up for herself and defiantly lie to a government who had become intrigued with a fraud. But she has gone, dragged away with my virginity and the hope of a better future. Just as I was about to walk away, I heard his crisp tones once again "You have some explaining to do Miss Everdeen. Guards, take her away." Feeling my eyes getting wider, I jumped into the air with a fright as I felt a hefty hand fall onto my right shoulder. Not knowing how the man who was carrying my weight arrived there, I began to shout, begging to a God I don't believe in for mercy, for help to survive in my existence. But the disturbance must have angered the males who now held my limp body as I felt a sharp object being inserted into my left arm before my eyes gave in to the darkness.
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I know this is incredibly short (sigh) but chapters will get much longer! I've been reading fan fiction for years now but have never plucked up the courage to upload my own, so I hope you've enjoyed my ramble infested first attempt! Please leave comments, and follow/fave/whatever you do to keep tabs on these thing, thanks u cuties (and yes, everlark will be included at some point)