(A/N) Finally a new chapter! Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games Series or any of its characters.

Cato's POV

I tried to forget all of the memories of the Games but they kept coming back, like some horrible nightmare on replay. Everyday when I went to go to sleep and I closed my eyes all I saw were the cold lifeless eyes of all my allies. It would haunt me. I would stop eating and sit on the leather couch, frozen. Then Clove came. She asked me what was wrong and why I wasn't eating. I was too embarassed to tell her what was happening. She would probably laugh and make fun of me. How could I ever tell her?

Clove's POV

I was shocked when I first saw Cato. He was definately not his old self. He looked like a skeleton, his eyes were sunken in and his hair was more unruly than it has ever been. His body was in a fetal position on the couch in his lounge. I was worried.
"Cato, what's going on?" I questioned,
-silence-
"You can tell me you know,"
-more silence-
"JUST TELL ME AND GET IT OVER WITH!"
Cato then muttered something I could barely hear it sounded like 'all dead'. His eyes soon got very big and glassy. He stared at me and I looked at him with a worried look.
"Can you please repeat what you said please, Cato?" I said gently, "I didn't hear you at first."
"THEY'RE ALL DEAD!" He screamed.
"What's all dead?" I asked,
"THE DAMNED TRIBUTES THAT I LIKED! Like Marvel, and Glimmer and, and, and, and,"
"It's okay Cato, I understand. I know how you feel."
"Blood, everywhere, staining everything, everywhere, pools of it, pools of blood, everywhere, just everywhere! CLOVE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!" He screamed so loud my ears rang.
"Are you angry at someone," I asked,
"Yes." he muttered,
"Who might that be?" I was very suspicious about him at this point in time.
"M-m-myself." He whispered. His body seemed to be curled into an even tighter ball. I couldn't see his head since he hid it next to his eyes. His hair was sticking up in all directions.
"Cato have you ate anything in the past few days?" For some reason I think he was crying, since his whole body was trembling.
"I haven't" He replied.
"Let's have lunch outside, Okay?"
"Kay" He said.

Cato's POV

It was so hard to tell Clove. At least she didn't make fun of me. But then, she was right, I needed help. I slowly followed her out into the yard. She was in the kitchen making some sandwiches. It was October and the air was colder than expected. Leaves were falling off the trees. It seemed it was raining leaves, brown ones,
yellow ones, and red ones the color of blood...

I could hardly bear to stay out here anymore. It reminded me too much of the games. The color red, the color of blood, the substance I stained almost everyone I even let myself shower in their blood. How could I do that. It was revolting. I was about to go back on the couch when Clove started to walk outside.
"Clove, you have to help me!" I told her.
"What's wrong now?" She inquired.
"Being outside reminds me of the games." I told her, "The color red, blood, everywhere, pools of it."
"Cato, it's okay, those are just maple leaves."
"But they're red, Clove."
"You'll be fine."

The truth was I didn't think I would be okay, because all I could think of was the color red-blood, blood everywhere, staining everything. All I saw was, pools of blood.

(A/N) This chapter makes me feel kinda bad for Cato, but hey, who could blame him? Blood everywhere, poor Cato. Hope you enjoyed. By the way, school is coming up so I can probably get one or two chapters a week with all the homework.