My Darker Half

by TragicPassion

Cato and Clove are lovers, dark murderous lovers. During the reaping cato volunteers then Clove is reaped. The couple go threw training and try to convince themselves they will both live. With their desire for lust and blood growing the couple will face death and seperation.

Cato and Clove

My Darker Half.

The night is long and cold, my body still tingling from the sensation of him. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for the sun to rise. For a long while I let my eyes wander around the white walls of my bedroom, not long after I drift into sleep.

"Clove" my mother stands at the foot of my bed, her eyes are green like mine. Her long curly brown hair is exactly like mine, I'm my mother's daughter in a physical appearance sense. "Clove, honey please wake up!" she begins to yell at me I sit up glaring at her, I'm demanding an explanation for why I'm being woken up. Her eyes watch me, she is holding her stomach, her other hand is behind her back. She glares at me and gently removes her hand from her stomach. My eyes fall too the floor as I watch my mother bleed.

"Mother!" I yell to her as I try to jump out of bed to help her. She only smiles at me, and when she does blood starts flowing from her eyes and mouth. Her warm smile turns to a narrow line as her eyes grow colder and glare down at me.

"Clove, you did this to me" she hisses at me, I try to pretend I can't hear her but whenever I move her voice grows louder and louder. "Because of you! Your father did this!" she yells at me as she walks over to the side of the bed. She is standing beside me and in the quickest moment she pulls a knife from behind her back. "Now you shall be with mommy" she smiles as she raises the blade above her head. "Forever and ever precious" she grins and brings the knife down hard against my torso. I cry out.

I shoot up from my bed, I pant heavily as I search the room from my mother. I reach down and grab at my stomach, there is nothing. No scratch, no wound, no blood, nothing. I sit against the back board of my bed and bring my knees up to my chest. I bury my face into my knees and begin to cry. I don't remember how long I have been crying, I lift my head and wipe the tears from my eyes, I glare at my reflection in the mirror on the wall across my room. Without saying anything I drag myself off the bed and stand in front of the mirror. I bring my hands up to my hair and pull each piece behind my head. I reach for elastic; I tie my hair back into a messy ponytail. I stand in front of my mirror hair pulled back. I don't move I only stare at my reflection.

"Clove" I mutter to myself. "It is not your fault" I mutter as I glare at my reflection. "It's not your fault" I repeat to myself getting louder and louder until I'm shouting. "It is not your fault!" I yell to myself as I try to settle down I fall to the floor and sit against the wall and try and remember the last time my mother called me "precious" It was the only nickname my mother gave me. I was her only child my father however had a son from an affair he was having. Oden is nearly 18, the same age as my man, Cato. I myself am only 15, I live with Oden, he is a tall man well-built he is somewhat attractive in a physical sense. But nothing like Cato, The thought of his name brings a smile to my face and I fall asleep thinking about Cato.