Hey! I hope you enjoy this story, but I would LOVE it if you would please review the story, tell me what you like, or don't like, so I can make future chapters better! Please review! I hope you like it! The point of view will change often, after this chapter it will be Johanna's point of view, then Gale's, then back to Johanna, and so on and so forth...
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Johanna decided that she couldn't go back to District Seven. Not after all that she lost. Not after all the pain she felt there. It hurt too badly to go back, to be around the place that used to be home. Before the Games destroyed her life, she used to be happy. She used to have a loving family, two older brothers, a younger sister, a mom, a dad….a boyfriend. She used to be happy.
Then she got reaped, she went to the Games…she messed up, apparently something she did in the Games offended the Capitol, because when she went home, someone told her that all her family 'mysteriously' died, along with her boyfriend. That's when she died… The kind, caring, loving, happy Johanna Mason died with her family and boyfriend. And the cold hearted, stone cold, Johanna Mason was born.
But that was years ago, so long ago that the Games no longer existed. The pain still did, it was still there, just like every day of her life, the pain was still present. That would never go away, that would never fade. Sure, her hair grew back after being tortured in the Capitol, sure she got over her fear of water. That kind of stuff went away, but the scars on your heart, they never heal.
Maybe that's why she came to District Two. The place built things out of cold stone, that's basically what she was, cold stone. Maybe they could build something out of her. Maybe she could finally be something other than Johanna Mason, the girl with no heart.
The last person she expected to run into was Gale Hawthorne. The boy from District Twelve, he had seemed happy, he had a nice family, so he didn't get Everdeen, who gives a crap?! He had a mother! Brothers! A sister! Johanna didn't have any of that! And he felt sorry for himself! How dare he? Well, Johanna was going to set him straight.
Maybe that's why she was standing outside his new house in Two. Maybe that's why she was knocking on his door. Maybe that's why she walked inside when he invited her in. and that's probably the reason she punched him in the face. It was a blur, she just remembered yelling at him about how stupid he was, that he shouldn't be wallowing in his sorrows when he had a family, when she didn't.
And that's how she ended up with a broken nose and a black eye, sitting in the kitchen of the home that belonged to Gale Hawthorne, with ice on her eye. "You don't know the full story." Gale said as he sat down across from her, with his own bruises and blood from their fight. Then he began to explain what happened to Katniss's sister, how he felt responsible.
Suddenly, she felt bad for him. Her. Johanna Mason. Feels bad for someone. "Look, Hawthorne, I didn't know. I'm sorry." She muttered. "Why do you always call me that? Hawthorne?" Gale asked her, her response was to shrug. "I dunno, Gale doesn't really seem to fit you." Johanna said as she stood up. "I'll get out of your hair now." She stated as she turned, getting ready to leave and go back to her place.
"Or, you could stay for dinner." Gale offered her, causing her to freeze. Was he asking her out on a date? She hadn't been on a date since her boyfriend was killed, since she was fifteen. Should she say yes? Should she ask what he meant? Maybe he was just trying to be nice. Yea, that had to be it, he felt bad for the broken nose and black eye he gave her and dinner was a way of making it up to her. "Sure."