The trees and city buildings whipped by as I look out the window of the train. A tear slowly fell from my eye as it slid down my cheek, seeing my city disappearing out of my sight. The city I lived in with Blaine, Kyle, and Rylee. I didn't want to go to the Hunger Games, I just wanted this train to stop and be held in Blaine protective arms. I just wanted this train to be fake, these Hunger Games to be fake, everything right in this moment, fake. But it was real, not a dream, not a thought. Real. I was chosen to fight to the death, and that was that. There was nothing left to it, I was facing this I had no other choice.
Andrew was on the other side of the isle in the middle of the train, just staring at me with a snicker. I knew what he was thinking, and I wasn't going to deal with it. I turn my focus over at him, giving him a dirty look that sort of read 'Bother me and you will regret it'. I then whipped my attention back out the window, as my brown hair sort of swiped my face from whipping it. My reflection shows, my blue eyes dull and watery, my face a bit red from crying. I just wanted to go home. I slowly turn my focus to the front of me, my hands in my lap, twiddling my fingers slowly. My hair was covering most of my face as I was looking downward. Good, I dont want that Andrew staring at me, or know that he was staring at me. He was planning on hurting me, and the Hunger Games was his chance. Bigger than a chance. A chance to kill me.
Rylee was probably crying into Kyle, Kyle holding her comfortingly. Blaine, I don't know how he is acting about this. All I know is, one. Hes worried sick about me and 2. He was Pissed off. I hear Andrew rise from his seat, as I narrow my eyes grunting to myself. I can hear his footsteps head toward me, as I don't look over. Of course, every chance he gets he bothers me, bringing down my self esteem. And what perfect time to do it, than when i'm depressed, pissed off, scared and overwhelmed right? Of course, because that's how Andrew is. A jerk, that has nothing better to do with his life, but pick on a girl named Destiny Bluesong. My eyes start to flare, knowing his presence was here. His presence along just makes me want to punch someone or something, what ever is in my sight. Maybe I should put him in my sight, I'll be able to punch him in the face, just like he deserves and it will feel good to. That's for sure.
"So, Destiny, your stuck with me for a couple of days, hmm?" He says with a chuckle, a really annoying chuckle.
I stay silent, ignoring him as I pull my hair over my face. Can't he see I don't want to deal with him, like always? That's what he likes most, knowing I don't like something, so he can do it just to get on my nerves. I have to act like it doesn't bother me, but it's so hard because even him being here, is what I don't like.
"Not talking?" He says with a mischievous smirk.
I punch the table in response, grinding my teeth.
"Feisty today. Better keep that, you'll need it for the Hunger Games." He says as he steps closer.
That's it, I couldn't hold my anger anymore. I whip my attention over at him, as my hair swept to my back once more. My eyes were no longer teary, but full of anger as they glared at him.
"No. Andrew shut the heck up. Because I'm not dealing with you right now." I say flatly.
"Yeah, 'not right now' but you will." He snickered.
"You're right Andrew. I will, and you will regret everything yo ever said or did to me."
"Destiny, we both know you're going to die." He says putting a hand on my shoulder.
I slap his hand off my shoulder, snarling.
"Don't even touch me, you bastard!" I snap.
"Well, it's the truth. Everyone knows what you are. and Everyone will go against you. You are a threat to all of us in the Hunger Games."
"Everyone is against everyone." I say narrowing my eyes.
"Is that so?" Andrew snickered. "We'll see about that."
"Andrew, just leave me alone." I say as I look away.
What I am? I'm a prophecy wizard. I have more power abilities than everyone else, and I'll release them in the games.
"You know I'm right. and without Blaine here.. there's no one to save you or protect you."
That sentence made the tears come back, I wish Blaine were here instead of Andrew. I'd be in his arms right now, my head rested on his chest as he held me close to him, hearing his strong comforting heartbeat beating in his chest. Gosh, I can hear it now like he was here. But he wasn't.
"Aww, dont cry Destiny. We all know it was meant to be." He smiled.
That was it, I pushed my hands on the table as I stood up. Stepping away from the table, I face him.
"Do you really have nothing better to do!?" I snap.
"Oh, Destiny-"
"Oh, nothing! You think you can just, come up to me anytime you want, bring down my self esteem, say I cant do anything. Because I can do anything in my life. because its my life. but you? you just decide to pick on a girl instead of actually doing something with your life. So I wouldn't be talking. Shut up, and just go away." I growl.
"What life do you have?"
"The one i'm living. Obviously."
"The one your living right now, but soon. It will be gone, by me."
I narrow my eyes as I shove him in warning.
"Listen to me, very carefully. You touch me, you hurt me. You kill me. You do ANYTHING to me. Just remember, Blaine is watching. I may lose, I may win. But, If you kill me, you win.. just remember. Blaine WILL hunt you down, and KILL you. In Vengeance." I say threateningly, and in a serious tone, as I sit back down looking out the window.
"I'd like to see Blaine try." Andrew says with a snicker. "Because Destiny, your already dying."
