A/N: Sorry I have not been able to update in ages, I've been bogged down with homework these first few weeks of school and my laptop broke, so yeah you get the picture. I am trying to find a spare moment to actually write.
The whole chapter should be posted within a week but here is what I have written so far...
Chapter 6: Spotlight Truth
The wild dog walks away. She is left there, dead. Her hair should melt the snow, but of course it is just a colour... not real fire. Her blood stains the snow though; turning a winter wonderland into a red grave sheltered by a pine tree. I want to reach out, to hold her hand... to close her eyes. I try to lift my arm, straining to reach her but I can't. I look at my arm to see what is wrong but only one thing comes into focus; the writing all up my arm, all over my body the same word over and over again... MURDERER!
Tears dampen my face. I lie deadly still too afraid to look in a mirror. Slowly, ever so slowly like a cat stalking a mouse I free my arm from the covers. It's clean, there are no words. Of course there aren't, stupid me, it was just a dream. There wasn't really any snow, there wasn't really any writing... there wasn't really my sister. I might as well face it, I am never going to see my sister ever again – dead or alive.
There is a knock on the door. I turn my head and scream.
A girl is standing there, a girl with the face I just swore I would never lay eyes on again – my sister.
She takes one look at my face, turns on her heels and runs. I leap out of bed and run after her. I chase her down corridor after corridor and up countless flights of stairs. Eventually she stops in front of a door, knocks politely and slips inside. A couple of second later I barrel through the door. My sister has her back to me; she is opening the curtains in the room. I am surprised that I acknowledge the colour, blue. I hear a door close, then a voice...
"Aiza, isn't it?" The voice is not my sisters, it's a man's voice, I turn around. Peeta Mellark has just closed the door behind me. He is wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, I turn away embarrassed.
I manage to mutter a response, "Yeah." I look around the room Katniss Everdeen sits on the edge of the bed in her pyjamas. Oops, I think I might have barged straight into their bedroom. But why did my sister come in here?
"Are you okay?"
"I, I, I don't know." I'm not sure how I'm feeling. Any certainty I ever had has gone out the window.
"Can we help you?" It is Katniss who speaks this time. I shrug my shoulders.
"What is she doing here?" I say pointing to my sister. I feel Peeta's hand on my shoulder,
"Aiza, she's an Avox. She is just doing her duties." I drop to my knees. Katniss is by my side in a flash. I stare at my sister mustering up the courage to say her name for the first time in four years,
"Karmille."
A/N: Sorry it was so short and rubbish but I hated keeping you guys waiting. Thanks for sticking with me though. Love you guys xx
