Not really sure which part of Mockingjay this is set in, but its set in some part of it. Review and tell me your ideas for the next chapter, like what she remembers and why her and Peeta were fighting. :)
"You are annoying and pushy and sensitive!" I yelled; somehow this had turned into a cess-pool of feelings, us yelling our hearts out at each other, attacking their flaws, lashing out to the places that we knew hurt the worst.
"Yeah, well you're prone to bouts of inexplicably selective defiance and….and….and….lapses in leadership and judgment!" She screamed back, struggling for words to define her rage at my heartlessness.
"You are the most heartless wench I've ever seen, and if I have to lay eyes on you one more time I might just keel over and die!" I retort, not noticing the line until I was so far over, I couldn't see it when I looked back.
"Go to HELL!" She whispers with deadly severity, shoving the urn off of its table against the wall and onto me; it broke upon contact and the tiny slivers peppered my face and arms, leaving marks that felt like they were on fire.
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He fell to the ground with a crash, the bloody pieces of urn on the floor around him. And I did the only thing I could think of, ran.
I ran as fast and as far as I could, given my current grief- stricken state, but by the time I'd reached my room it was too late.
As of the month before last, I gave Finnick the orders to lock up my room (regardless of my presence inside) at approximately 12:00 every night. And it was 12:08. It was official, the peoples Messiah, the Mockingjay, had fallen. I had survived the Hunger Games twice and made it through countless bombings, training regimens, personal losses and secret lives; but the thing that breaks me is one person that helped me through this rejecting me. Once again I have been cast aside. For someone who had started out with nothing and only kept losing things I should be used to this by now.
I collapsed against the side of the confinement wall and let out a shuddering breath of rage as the injustice of the circumstances got to my sleep deprived, weary brain.
What I wouldnt give to have Cinna here...
Resting my head against the wall I resigned myself to my fate and pulled my jacket more tightly around me.
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"Katniss, Katniss," I feel a soft shaking on my shoulders and open my eyes to see Finnick shaking his head at me in exasperation, "Katniss, what happened last night?" His gently reaprochful voice does nothing to stop the bile from rising in my throat at what I'd done to Peeta.
"He yelled at me," I say, feeling more like an impertanant child than anything.
"'Fess up," Finnick says, the mild amusment in his eyes makes me want to start crying again. " Well so I went to his room cause he wanted to see me, right?" Flavius nods. "And we had I fight..." I open my mouth to say more but am overcome with emotion as the night begins to replay in my head...