A/N-Welldone everyone, love the reviews, 14 amazing, keep it up :) Sorry about taking a while uploading chapter two, I have been a bit busy, but chapter three will be up soon. I don't think this a very good, and It's a bit short, but still read as I have a nice little twist coming up for the train ride and training. Did you look at Rue's reaping dress on my profile? Thanks so much to everyone. Please R&R i will review one of your stories in return, just PM me on which one you would like. So here is chapter two guys, Like I said not good, but keep reading. I am editing , both chapters soon, so please no bad reviews on spelling or grammar, thanks.
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I am led down a dingy corridor, and through a large door. I'm sure it has a gold plated handle, encrusted with colourful diamonds and rubies. 'If they have all these jewels, why don't they sell them for food?' I ask myself. Everything seems so strange and expensive. The peacekeepers swing the door open and push me inside. They walk in too, they shut the door and guard it, just like I am going to run away. I know there is no point though; surely it will just be a more painful death. The room has cream rugs and two large three seater sofas. Brown leather, with neatly arranged cushions. The vast room makes my mind jumble, imagine having something like this back home. I sit on the sofa, then look at the peacekeepers heads, just to reassure myself that It's okay to sit down. I see a serious mask painted on their faces, not twitching, just as still as a rock. Suddenly there is a loud knock at the door. It opens to reveal a pacekeeper standing in front of my mother, and my sisters dotted around her body. Each of them have red splodges on their faces, like someone has picked up a paintbrush, and span around with their eyes closed.
"Rue," My mother cries running up to me,
"Mother," I cry back, but then I remember what I told myself on the stage, 'I have to grow up, right here, right now.' My mother dives onto the sofa and I sink into her body. Trisha takes haze, Liz and Sarah's hands in an uncomfortable manner, and she seats them on the opposite sofa. She sits down too.
"You don't have to go. You won't go," Haze demands. Spouts of tears gush down my face, staining my cheeks,
"Sorry," I splutter back, my voice breaking mid sentence,
"But, don't worry she will come back," Sarah smiles, trying to act old and keep everybody strong.
"Rue," my Mother cries in a high pitched voice.
"I'm, I'm sorry." Trisha chokes out, seeming unsure of where to place herself. My Mother sits up and slaps Trisha right across the face,
"You could of volunteered, and I would, I would," My mother begins,
"You would what?" Trisha questions,
"Still have a daughter," my Mother splutters back,
"Stop!" I scream at them, "If this is my last moment with you, ever, I want it to be a good memory, one I can keep forever, I don't like seeing my family crying or fighting," I yell back, some how I feel like I am shattering my family, single handedly.
"She's right," Trisha hisses at my mother, through the gap in her bottom teeth.
"There is only so much a big sister can do, Mother. It was a big choice she had to make," I say smiling at them like nothing bad is happening,
"Your right, Rue," She says, burring her head in my black hair.
"You won't go, will you Rue?" Liz says, holding my hand
"Not forever, I'll be back, I promise," I hate making promises which won't come true, but I don't want to see her cry. Tears drip down her face,
"Well, will you wear this in the arena?" Trisha says. She brings her hands up to her neck and slips of a woven necklace. "I don't know if you can remember, but you made this for me, when you were five,"
"I do," I say smiling, holding the necklace in-between my fingers. The blue and black merge together with the brown, each delicate strip with small dots. Each strip brings back memories to me. "Thanks,"
"It's not something to thank me for, Rue, If anything I should be thanking you" Trisha says, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"For what?" I ask but before she can reply my Mother cries,
"I think our time is up," glancing over her shoulder at the pacekeeper,
"No," I pant, rising my neck.
"Sorry Rue," Trisha says, standing up then gently then kissing me on the head, her red lips crushing against my knotted hair, she leaves a tear on my hair before standing up again. "I'm so sorry, I'll never forget myself, I'm a coward." She raises to fingers to her lips, then points them in my direction.
"See you in a few weeks," Haze says smiling, giving me a tight hug before skipping off. Gushes of tears run down my face, my eyes go bright red, if only she knew.
"Good bye Rue, we'll look after Mother," Sarah and Liz say at the same time, crying together. Then finally my Mother walks up to me. She pulls me up and holds me in an embrace, hundreds of innocent tear drops stain my flesh. If only time could stop, I could stay, glued to my Mother. I wish I could keep this moment in time, forever.
"I will never forget you, no matter what, you will always be my tune of music," She cries, her voice so soft, yet cracking at then end of every letter.
"Mother don't go," I say, entwining my fingertips with hers, to get one last feel of her skin before she leaves. On her way out she sings a song to me;
'There will be a place for you,
One day, when you least expect it,
Things will change, lots of things,
But not the love, that my hart bleeds for you.' Her soft voice just makes me cry even more. I hear the tune for a while, it gets quieter and quieter until I'm left in silence. I hide my head in the purple pillows, absorbing my tears. The door creeks open again, who else would want to see me? Chloe stands at the door. 'Oh no!' She looks as angelic as ever, curled brown hair, pale skin and blood red lips. She struts up to me, her eyes looking down over my head.
"Hello," She smiles in a pleasant voice,
"If you have come here to moan, please leave," I say, trying to stand up for myself, I have always hated her.
"You've been crying," She observes,
"I think you would be too,"
"No, I don't think so,"
"Don't turn your nose up at me, don't you care, what so ever?"
"If it was some body I love, then maybe,"
"The trouble is, you have nobody to love," I snap back at her. Why does my last hour in district eleven have to be like this.
"Don't you dare," She yells,
"Please can you get her out?" I ask the pacekeeper politely. She begins to walk out before I call back. "Wait don't go," She turns around, her face red too,
"What?" She asks trying to hide her high pitched voice from the tears,
"Please, can we be friends?" I ask out stretching out my arm towards her. She runs up to me,
"Sorry about being mean," She cries. Maybe she has a soft spot.
"Really?" I exclaim smiling,
"I was only doing it, so I would be cool. You are a nice girl," Chloe whispers under her breath, like she is embarrassed about what she is saying.
"Thanks,"
"Have your family, been here yet," I nod in reply,
"I don't know how you can stand it,"
"I don't either," I laugh back.
"It's time to go now, miss C. Westwood," A pacekeeper says,
"I've gotta go, bye Rue," She says waving a hand.
"Bye," I cry back to her. I dive back down into the pillows, I guess I have made a friend, before I die anyway. 'Don't think like the Rue, she is only doing it because she feels sorry for you,' I tell myself, trying not to forget the pain she has caused. But maybe I should look onto the future, I mean my district eleven like is over.
"Okay, Miss Clingstone, you have got to leave now," A pacekeeper says. They escort me down a corridor and outside, I dab at my eyes quickly, knowing cameras will be here very soon.
A/N-Like I said, not that good, but please review. Chapter three up soon. Please review. Thanks hungergamers
