Clove was never one to make a fuss over things she couldn't change.
So what if her parents never cared about how she felt. They cared about her future, not her emotions. It was just the way it was, letting it bother her was pointless.
Except, it did bother her.
Fury overcomes her and her whole body shakes. Discarded, pent up rage courses through her veins as Clove grips her knife and hurls it as hard as she can.
She throws knife after knife until her hands are numb, until sweat masks her tears and washes all the evidence away.
Here's Clove's chapter! I wanted to start the first four centering around each of them, though the other ones had a fair share of interaction in them. This one was more like an actual character focus while the other ones were kind of just dialogue with a slight amount of individual character stuff...especially Cato's, I owe him a better one.
This one came out a little weird too...it sounded better in my head. I got the idea because I was throwing rocks in my yard earlier when I was angry at my parents. I sort of leaked my parents in here too, but I thought it would make sense for Clove to have parents like that. Not abusive, I've seen that in most of the other fanfics I've seen, but enough to make her angry. Sorry, I'm rambling now...
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