I'm disappointed O_o Oh well! Review & Enjoy!
For the next 3 years, me and Cato grew closer as friends and my feelings kept growing. Cato was super over-protective of me, so I knew he only thought of me as a sister and nothing more. He got more hot- tempered as the years past too, but he'd always have a soft spot for me. All was normal. Reaping came and went, and neither I or Cato got reaped this year. Then something happened that chaned Cato for ever. See, we were just taking our everyday walk through the woods, past that crazy old coops house. Rumors had it that he was a once a victor, but the Capitol drew him to insanity so he lives in the woods with his mutant dog. I had just told Cato a joke that made him laugh, when he got attacked from behind. I was so stunned I didn't realize what had happened. I figured he was trying to scare me, when I heard a blood-shrieking scream. I panicked as I saw the old coop's mutt tearing away at Cato's flesh as he desperetley tried to pull himself away from it. But it was a MUTT. Not your ordinary rut wiler or german sheaperd. Those were extinct. Cato, weaponless just took the full blast of the beast. I got angry. Why should I be afraid of this mutt? I got the knife I kept in my jacket and tackled the mutt. I was stabbing frantically yelling, "RUN! RUN CATO!" But he was too stunned and hurt to move. I guessed I was winning, when I felt un-bearable pain go up my shoulder. I stabbed the beast in the eye, and as it lay on the ground struggling and wounded, I stepped on the knife and it went through the creature's head. It died serveral minutes later. I looked at Cato and he was looking at me wide-eyed. I ran to his aid, seeing that the beast left a big and deep scratch on his cheek. I ran a hand over it, and that's when I noticed he was trembling. I took off my jacket and put it on him. I helped him all the way to the entrance of District 2. The blood pouring out from the wound of my shoulder made me light-headed, and Cato's weight wasn't helping either. I passed out, Cato falling on me. It took the citizens 20 minutes for them to FINALLY realize that we were on the verge of DEATH. They took us to the town's infirmary, where I recovered quickly. Cato, wasn't so lucky. Turns out, he went into a coma, and was still in one. I'd come in, and talk to him, even though I knew he wasn't listening. I was speaking softly to him, when I felt he had gotten hold of my hand. I smiled, and asked him, "How are you feeling.?" He hesitated, but answered hoarsely, "Numb." We stayed there, in an uncomfortable silence, when I tried to lighten the mood and said, "Guess you're having second thoughts about getting a dog, eh?" He smiled weakly and said, "Lord, help me. I don't ever want to see a dog for as long as I live." We ended that evening, laughing until our sides hurt. All was well.