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Chapter 1

I awoke to the sweet sound of Finnick's voice, insisting I wake up. Not that it was an unusual occurrence considering we had bunked in the same room for nearly seven months. "Clove. Wake. Up."

"Finnick. Shut. Up."

His replied simply by using my sheets to cradle me and dropped me on the floor, smiling triumphantly. "Fuck you " I hissed, standing up uneasily over my oversized belly.

"You know you love me." He grinned, handing me an apple he had produced from his pocket.

"That's Annie's job."

"how right you are. Speaking of whom, I am off to go see her. You've got to check in with the doctor in thirty minutes and I'm sure Mags has fixed you something extremely nice for breakfast."

"Thank you secretary" I joked, stretching my aching back as best I could. Before he could leave, I stopped him. "Finnick, you know I can take care of myself right? You don't have to bunk with me anymore."

He smirked. "Who's gonna be there when you go into labor?"

I nodded while he turned to leave.

I attempted at combing my hair by quickly have up, knotting it atop my head. The hardest thing about being pregnant was putting on shoes alone. It had gotten to the point where I was barefoot most of the time, not that it mattered. Most people from district four are barefoot. Or were. Before.

I gave just about as many fucks about my clothes as I did my hair and set out to the doctors.

District four had become an entirely new thing. No longer the district I had vacationed at to get away. Ever since the end of the quarter quell, the southern most point if district four had been labeled as the rebels of the district and therefore cut off by any Capitol aid.

Not that I knew what actually had happened but it was my understanding that when the screens cut, some people already knew what was happening and by the Time others pieced it together, the riots had started.

However, the rebel camp wasn't bad at all. Self sufficient due to the proximity of the water. The rebel camps had almost completely covered the southern ports which meant soon the Capitol would be denied district fours imports. When that happened who knows what the Capitol would do. Maybe take the obedient portion of district four and include them in distinct ten or eleven, wiping the southern coast completely off the map.

Being cut off from the Capitol also meant the Capitol was still clueles. Whole they knew the rebel camps were there, they had no idea that I was there. They had no idea I was alive even.

It was a strange moment to have someone call you their sister. At first I wondered what the hell the dudes issue was and if he was just as crazy as I was but then it all set in. His appearance was just so like mine. My parents had never mentioned an older brother so I had just assumed there was none but i concluded that Clark had been drafted during the draft the Capitol conducted nearly twenty yard ago. Who knows. Maybe my parents didn't want to talk about losing their only son.

Anyway, after Clark sent away his troops, he pulled something from his belt. A vial of silvery liquid Which he forced down my throat. everything following that was a complete hole of memory but Finnick had told me that Clark had given me something to induce a coma, make me appear dead to any passing soldier. He bound my wounds as well he could, made a really hurry splint for my fingers, and left, telling his soldiers I had died and was not worth saving.

Finnick and Mags found me two days after the quarter quell. It was a miracle the hovercrafts hadn't picked up my body yet but maybe they didn't care anymore. When Finnick and Mags found me I was barely hanging on but an industrial amount of morphling and eighteen days of a coma resulted in an unbelievable recovery.

However, my delicate right hand had been ripped to shreds now just covered in scars and fingers at odd angles. The worst part was trying to pick up a knife after the whole fiasco. I could throw a knife no doubt painfully and no longer straight but I could but thankfully I had trained to be ambidextrous.

A scar on my side was left from where the doctor of the rebel camp had sewed it was the biggest miracle that the broken ribs and punctured lung didn't affect the baby but somehow I was still stuck with a baby ready to come any time now.

But the worst. WORST thing about it all was Cato didn't know. when Finnick and mags had found me they contemplated on taking me back to district thirteen wheee Cato was but apparently Cato, whom was barely injured from the arena, had immersed himself into plans becoming a self appointed general.

Nothing could break his concentration and his main goal was to get Johanna back whom had been taken by the Capitol. Other victors had been retrieved as well and Finnick and mags decided that breaking catos concentration by telling him I was alive would only make their goal harder and they desperately needed victors

I knew it was all a facade The work he was doing was a coping mechanism.

It was extremely hard to accept that I couldn't see him. Especially after u learned I was still pregnant. But seven months was long enough to accept that it was for the better. At least until he could get the victors back.

To the whole nation except the five or six people I interact with per day, I had died seven months ago. I was completely isolated from what the Capitol was saying about me and I had no way to communicate with the Capitol.

I cried myself to sleep most nights, wondering if Cato even still loved me. If he had moved on. I cried because he wasn't beside me at night and I would curl around my belly sobbing and thinking why me?

The doctor told me the baby is a till healthy and due any day. He also warned me to lay off the stress. "thinking about Cato is only going to make you more stressed and stress is never good for a baby."

so I spent the rest of the day with Mags, tying fishing nets and sealing newly made fishing boats.

dinner was always the most dreadful time. Finnick, who made trips to 13 every other week, would tell us what the Capitol was up to and what thirteen was up to. He tried to avoid telling me about Cato so I wouldnt be tempted to hitchhike on one of his trips I guess. When Annie realized I was no longer interested in the affairs of thirteen or the capitol, she would try to tell happy stories an then when mags realized I wasn't I to that she would start telling me ways I would find out if it was a boy or girl.

And then I would sulk into my room , not expecting Finnick for three orr four hours. on this particular night I fell exhausted into bed, trying my best to rub my fee. I cried for Cato and I could feel the image of his face fading slowly from my memory. I was scared. Scared of giving birth scared Cato had moved on and most importantly scared that I would never be allowed in thirteen.

And then I asked myself; what would happen if the Capitol knew I was alive?

feedback? I really will write soon I have exams til Thursday but I'll probs write sometime Soon