Unfortunate 2 A/N: Hope you all like this chapter and I think I've done the characters justice... But who really knows? Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games Chapter 2: Homeless and Starving
So we are now touring the fields of Cornwall, looking for anything edible. I've now got used to the constant ache from lack of food, and I'm left with this numbness.
Prim has quietened down behind me, and I'm not sure if I prefer this new loneliness or the needy eyes, brimming with unshed tears looking hollowly into mine.
We have been chucked out of our small cottage, unable to pay the rent. Our other family members either live far away, or are dead.
The world seems against us.
Everything and everyone seem to be rubbing it into our sunken faces that we have nothing but the rags we wear. Cows and horses in front of us chew contently on grass and hay. Chickens - that would be perfectly good to eat, but they are being kept as pets (stupid, right? I mean, why would you even keep a pet, let alone a chicken. They don't even do anything except lay eggs) - clack around in their hens happily. We would eat their eggs if they had any, but they don't. A smell that threatens to make me pass out wafts from the local bakery next door.
We've even looked in bins, but found them empty. Everything is empty nowadays.
"OI! GET OF MY LAND!" Someone screams at us. It's so weird, it's like it's far away, but I know they're talking to us. There's no one else around. We are half-dead, half here, half there.
By instinct, I hastily grab Prim's hand and run. The adrenalin rushes through my veins, and for a moment I feel slightly refreshed, but it soon goes away and I'm left with less than I had before. Which I thought was impossible.
At least we're away from whoever shouted. There was some kind of evil tone in her voice they scared me.
"Wait!" What?
"Please, wait!"
I slowly turn around, and with my extreme loss of energy my legs collapse beneath me. My eyes close, and all I sense is a strong, mouth-watering smell.
"Here." A soft yet firm and strong hand tilts my chin upward, my eyes darting open at the contact.
Blue. Like a beautiful ocean, the waves crashing on golden sand. No... hair. Piles of the golden curls. And a swipe of flour on a light scattering of freckles.
"Here." The same, calm but caring voice prompts me, whilst he thrusts something into my dirt-laden hands.
Tearing my eyes away from the undeniably attractive face before me, I looked down at the thing in wonder. I barely recognised it, having bread seemed so long ago now. But there it was, a perfect loaf sitting there, contrasting with my muddy hands and nails.
You might think that someone who was starving would snatch the food and literally swallow it whole; but I don't. I just stare at it and the handsome stranger, alternating glances as if they would disappear as quickly as they came. Not quite believing.
"Talk to me. Please?" He really does seem to care.
I hear the sounds of him saying something else, before I am hauled up onto something and start to move slowly.
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"Katniss? Are you awake?" An anxious voice and taps on my shoulder. Prim.
"She should regain consciousness any time now." An unknown, strict voice speaks.
"Ugh." I sit up and take note of my surroundings. White. White sheets, white half face masks, white clothes, white... everything. With the odd metallic furniture. It's all so precise and sterile, so uncomfortably hygienic and clean, it seems rather... scary. Sad. Un-feeling.
I'm half-sitting, half lying on a bed with white sheets, propped up with white pillows. I seemed to have been washed and scrubbed just as hard as everything else I'm the room, so i am just as pristine. A nurse wearing a -you guessed it - white lab coat is is standing to the right side, while Prim is sat on my left, clutching my hand. She seems to wear the only colours in the room, although even they are faded but only slightly past-their-best. Just as I'm wondering who they belong to, something catches me of-guard in the corner if my eye.
A loaf of bread.
This may be an everyday object, but for me this triggers a lot of memories. A scream. Running. Falling. That mouth-watering smell. A loaf of bread. And a kind and attractive boy, with a firm jaw line, golden locks and soft, deep blue eyes.
Who is the boy with the bread?
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