Weeks later .. well more like 4 weeks since Nevia prolonged there stay -_-

"Well bye Clove. Guess I'll be seeing you soon," Nevia says embracing me tightly, like she's not going to see me in a couple of weeks. You'd think we were relatives, who are seeing each other for the very last time. I debate on hugging, but my arms stay put by my side. As if all the life's drained out of them.

For the past weeks, I've tried my best not to take my anger out on people. And trust me it's been hard. I'll wait till I get home to do that. I'll go training and take my anger out on dummies, until my arms ache and my veins in them burst.

Since a couple of weeks ago, I've not put on a genuine smile. I've put on display a fake one, which hides everything inside. Not that anyone would even care what is behind that smile. It's actually amazing how complacent people are here, in this so-called 'Paradise'.

But since the cameras are here, I react promptly and hug her, like we've known each other since birth. I simper, act amiable and mirthful, when inside, it feels like I've been killed ten times, with my own knife. I hold my long dress up, showing off my opened toe ankle heels. The metal spikes give off a glow, caused by the sun's beam.

When Cato finished posing with all the girls near by, he puts his hefty arm around my waist and picks me up with both his arms so that I rest on them both. 'Remember just go with it' the voice inside my head yells. I put my arm around his neck, while I guffaw and wave to clamorous crowd, who are being pushed back by security.

Women bellow like they're 10 and the men are just as bad. I feel Cato's rock hard hand on my butt, as he walks over to the train. I kick one leg up and pout making the crowd go even crazier. Hard to believe that that was possible.

As he gets to the steps, he puts me down and I quickly adjust my dress, before stomping up the steps. I clutch onto the handle and try my best to climb in these 6 inch heels. With these on, it feels like you're clambering a mountain, not some facile steps.

'Urgh move!' is the first thing I want to yell, while shoving Cato back. He's so close to my butt you would think we were attached. But Nevia insisted I go along with Cato, no matter what he does, so instead I giggle as his hands find there way around my waist.

I wrinkle my nose and laugh, when inside I feel like shit. In the corner of my eye I see Cato winking at this brunette. Not that is fazes me. But I am still quite curious about his love life. I honestly can't help it.

After the door seals shut, it makes a horrifying down before becoming mute again. The horrifying cheer of the crowd has come to a cease. The sound of rattling spoons makes me somewhat hungry.

But I forget about my growling stomach and bring my attention to where I last remember that board being. I pull back the curtain but I find a simple window. I squint my eyes, due to the sun that's beaming threw the window. Maybe this is a different train or room.

….

I press the back of my hand on my lips, as the Capitol Attendant serves us the main course. They chatter among themselves but everything to me seems muffled. I tug at my food, but I don't make an attempt to eat it.

It's bizarre. I've always been quite fond of this food, but now it seems repulsing. "Are you guys excited to mentor tributes for the Quarter Quell?" Our chaperone Faustus asks us cheerfully from the opposite side of the table.

My face turns sour as I think of mentoring two careers. Why do we have to mentor them? One will positively die and I won't be able to stand the fact that I trained em. And what if both don't make it? I don't think I'd be able to live with myself.

"What do think Clove?" Faustus asks me, squinting his eyes. "What Cato said," I reply turning to Cato, setting a smile, but you can tell that I look absent. "I didn't say anything," Cato frowns, stuffing more food into his mouth, like he's not eaten for a whole decade. I bit my lip looking back at Faustus. I let escape from my mouth, the first thing that penetrates into my mind.

"Oh, erm yeah I'm looking forward to training other tributes. The more Victors we get, the better for our District," I say, confident but looking quite quizzical. I carry on poking away at my food, trying my best not to make eye contact. "Yeah, I would prefer having younger people living next to me. Feels like I'm living in an old village, with ancient people," Cato shudders, digging his fork into the food, once again.

I press the palm of my hand on my lips again, suddenly feeling the need to retch. The stench of the food puts me off eating food forever. Faustus fixes his eyes on me. "Bring some hot chocolate for the miss," He demands the Capitol Attendant, whose busy wiping grease, that Cato's put everywhere.

He leaves as quietly as he came in, leaving us with an unwanted silence once again. "So what talent have you chosen to show?" He asks us desperately, trying to rupture the silence.

I cock my head a little to the right, looking quizzical once again. Talent? I tap my heel against the leg of the table in anxiety. "I've got a number of things I can choose. But I'm probably the best at cliff jumping," He says cockily, raising both his eyebrows making his forehead wrinkly. He's wearing that contented smirk on his face, as he sits back on his chair.

"Yeah, yeah I guess you could do that," Faustus says encouragingly, nodding his head. Cliff jumping? Any fool could do that. Not much of a talent. But obviously for someone like Cato, it's understandable. Faustus brings his attention to me. "What about you Clove?" He says, squinting his eyes again. Press my lips together, before opening them again and sighing.

I shrug. "I guess…. I'm quite good at…. Erm…" I stutter, folding my arms and sighing again, brooding like I always do. "It's okay to not have something you're good at. I'm sure you're used to it by now," Cato says, looking at me with sympathy, before patting my leg with his hefty hand.

"Sorry, just wait a minute, I'm gonna see what's taking him so long with your hot chocolate," Faustus apologizes, before hurrying out the room.

I throw my middle finger up at Cato and kick back my chair so that his hand isn't on me. "Anyone can cliff dive! Oh wait, wait I can cook!" I squeal out of nowhere the last part, proud of myself for actually saying something which is real, and not just the first thing that's come out my mouth.

I have a talent for cooking cakes and pies. "Congratulations. You can cook. I can make toast, but you don't see me boasting," he says straight faced, finishing his ice cream. "Well no, because you boast about cliff diving - something which anyone can do. And by the way I-" Faustus comes back threw the door with the Capital Attendant after his trail, with my hot chocolate occupying his hands.

"Get the fuck off me!" I raise an eyebrow as I stroll past Cato's room. I halt at his door and stare at it. Who is he talking to?

"Cato?" I whisper sharply, connecting my ear to the door. It sounds like he's attempting to fight. "Cato!" I tap my knuckles on the door impatiently. I bit my lip, before my hand descends for the door handle.

The door makes no sound as it opens. Cato's underneath the covers, punching away at the air. Has he gone insane or something? I slyly look around and spot Faustus down the hall, sitting down, reading a newspaper. He's heard it all, so why isn't he doing something about it?

"Cato?" I say softly. I gulp before going in completely, closing the door behind me. I catch a glimpse of his face to find that his eyes are closed. Is he sleeping?

I moan before tiptoeing to his bed. I fold my arms and look at him quizzically. I bit my lip and poke his arm. "Cato?" I sing, folding my arms again. He's still punching the air, well now he's sort of trying to strangle the air. The sheets fall from his bed along with one of his pillows.

I approach him and try to shake his arm, without success. In the process, he hits me right on my shoulder.

"Ow," I moan, holding my shoulder tightly. I feel as if it will fall of any moment. My eyes wonder around the room, for any sort of object which can help me wake him up.

He's still struggling to keep … Whatever he's fighting, away. My eyes rapidly scan the gloomy room. I turn my attention to the clear water in the vase, occupied by flowers.

I rush to it, but my foot gets caught on something and I end up face first on the floor. "Stupid chair," I snarl getting back on my feet again. I grab the vase and throw the bright flowers across the room. The smell of the rose intoxicates my nostrils, making me wrinkle my nose.

I look at it in disgust. Why does this smell seem so familiar? I shake my head of the thought and advance to his bed again. He's all sweaty too, I think I'll be doing him a favor. He might get cold though, seeing as he's only in boxer briefs. Oh well.

I smirk before tipping the whole vase, letting all the water gush out into his face and upper body. I turn around and carelessly drop the vase on the floor. I hear him breathing heavily. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?" He yells.

I crease my eyebrows and face him. "Maybe if you stopped fighting with yourself, I wouldn't have had to do that."

"No I wasn't-"Nope, I'm pretty sure you were," I cut him off walking to the door. "Wait!" I turn around and face him. I raise my eyebrows wanting him to hurry up. "Do you wanna st- you know what, forget it," he waves his hand before sitting up rubbing his face. He looks at the empty wall and sighs.

I bit my lip again before leaving his room.

My hand tightly grips my pillow as I feel the bed shift. I moan dropping my face into my pillow. Is it time to wake up already? Feels like I've been sleeping for a minute. "Five more minutes," I mumble into the pillow. I doubt it was even audible.

I feel someone's hot breath my on neck. My droopy arm slaps the back of my neck. "I'm gettin up. I'm gettin up," I mutter. "You don't need to wake up," he whispers, getting himself underneath the covers.

I'm too tired to complain and let him. What I do want to complain about is his closeness. I don't see it (since my heads still in the pillow), I can feel his bare skin touching me.

He stops fussing for a moment, as if trying to figure out something. I start to drift off to sleep again, when I feel his lanky arm on my pillow.

I lift my head up. My hair looks like tumble weed, which makes it even harder to see. He's about half a millimeter away from me. I can hardly see him, but I can just about see his body shape.

He's making it impossible for to not sleep on his arm. If I sleep underneath his arm, I'll suffocate underneath the sheets. I feel nauseous and drop my head on his shoulder promptly. I hesitate to close my eyes again. In a matter of hours, I don't know how many times I can take getting killed in my nightmares.

He's already sleeping, so I'm sure he won't notice if I get closer to him. I bit my lip worryingly, before placing my head into the crook of his neck and placing one arm on his bare chest.

Even if I have nightmares now, they won't affect me as much as when I'm alone. It's probably why Cato's here. Although I would have never seen it from him. Since he's always giving off the impression that he's so tough.


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