I do not own The Hunger games or any of the characters. All rights belong to Suzanne Collins. I thank my friend Sam, for she help's me in my writing.
A/N Woo-hoo! Here I am with another fanfiction! This time The Hunger Games! I hope you enjoy it!
Note- Sorry for any grammatical errors.
"Clove!" I jerked awake at the sound of my name, only to find myself in a field of green and staring up at a clear blue sky. When my vision clears, I see that the entire field is filled with nothing but clovers. Pretty ironic considering that my own name is Clove. Reaching out at random, I plucked one out of the ground and smiled as I counted the four leaves.
'Four Leaf Clover's are considered lucky' I think to myself, and I can't help but laugh. I stare at the clover between my fingers when something warm brushes against my cheek.
The sudden motion startles me and I gasp.
Looking around, I realize that I wasn't alone in this beautiful field, my head was resting in someone's lap. I try to look up too see who it is, but their face is completely hidden by the shadow created by the sun, which glares out from behind their head. The only things I can make out are their smile as they look down at me, their olive skin tone, and their black hair, which is tied into one long braid. I'm pretty much at their mercy, but I'm not afraid or even the slightest bit panicked. Their mouth starts moving as if they're saying something to me, but I can't hear their voice. I laugh at whatever it is though and they're smile fills me with a sense of ease. As they brush my cheek again, I whisper something up to them and I find myself blushing, even though I have no idea what I said. And even though I still couldn't see anything but their smile, I just knew that they were blushing too. And then their expression suddenly turns into one of anguish as a heavy weight suddenly presses down on my chest.
"Get up Clove." I can hear their voice now; it's softer than anything I've ever heard, but it sounds like they're sad. I look up at them in confusion as the pressure on my chest increases to where I almost can't bear it. I close my eyes trying to block out the pain, but my ribcage feels like it's going to cave in.
"Clove!" someone else screams from somewhere further off, making me snap my eyes open again.
I'm back home in District 2, and the once clear sky is now gray and clouded. The warmth and ease I'd felt is gone and I'm alone and cold.
Little white flakes drift down from above, turning into water as soon as it touches any surface all around me. I'd heard about snow before, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it in real life. Curious, I reached my hand out to catch a snowflake and it melts as soon as it touches down in my palm. It's warm, not cold like I expected.
"Clove!" the voice yells again, but whoever it is sounds like they're in pain. The voice doesn't sound familiar, but I'm up and running towards it as ridiculous as that sounds. They yell my name again as I run after the source, but I never seem to get any closer. Each time, it takes a little longer before they call me again, and each time there's a sense of panic that whoever it is, won't be able to call out again. The air starts growing colder and the sky blackens even more than I thought possible as I keep running. With no warning, it starts to rain, the water cutting through my skin like ice, the air grows so cold it feels like it's freezing my lungs to where I can barely breathe. "Clove, please!" the voice cries again, no closer than before. I don't know when it happened, but I'm no longer in my district. Instead I'm surrounded by trees that seem to grow closer to one another the further I run. The voice comes again, but it's fainter and I can only make out a sob as their plea gets lost in the distance.
"Where are you?" I call out desperately, looking around hopelessly. I wince as a sharp pain stabs into my neck, but I can't find any wound when I look.
"Clove!" the voice is closer now, but my lungs are starting to burn, my legs feel like a lead weight and I'm long past my running limit. Stopping isn't an option though, whoever it is needs me, and something tells me that I can't afford to stop.
"Run! Move! Faster, come on faster! Left, right, careful! You have to duck-" shouts another voice. I can't even try to follow their frantic commands before I run face-first into a branch, trip across some exposed tree roots and find myself in a muddy pool.
"Get! Up!" the second voice snarls.
"Please! Don't leave me! Clove!" the first voice is back, they sound so close that I almost swear they were next to me.
"I'm here!" I try to say, but my voice is gone and I can't move. I manage to get my face out of the mud and see their figure. They're digging and piling the dirt into a large pile next to them. When they move aside, I can see the deep rectangle-shaped hole.
I watch their digging, and it's revealed that its a grave.
"Please Clove! Get up!" the first voice is clearly sobbing now, and just hearing their sobs makes my eyes well up. I want to reach out and touch them, but I can't because I find that I'm somehow in the hole;
That's when a cold realization hit me…
It's a grave…
It's my grave and whoever it is, they're crying over it.
"Get up!" both voices scream, blending together weirdly as darkness closes in on me, the opened hole above me starts closing slowly, and before the last of the light was gone, the voices had warped into one that was familiar but I couldn't quite place it.
But they yell.
Yelling at me to get up. And finally I scream.
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