Red
Hi! So, this fic is basically a sequel to my other HG fic, Where She Had Signed Her Name. If you didn't read, it go read it! This fic won't make sense if you don't read the first one. Ok, I'll shut up now and get to the disclaimer and story. And, if you were wondering, no, this fic is not about Taylor Swift's album (any Swifties out there?), it's just a fic named Red. Ok, I'll shut up for real now. Really. Right after this disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. No copyright intended to Suzanne Collins or Taylor Swift (for using the title "Red"). Oh, and I also don't own the alphabet, since I kinda mentioned it in here. Ok, now I'll shut up. Now. Anyways, onward! 'Kay I'm shutting up.
Read the author's note! Sorry about that. I'll shut up now.
Red
It was after the letter when she made her choice. After she had touched the areas where her sister's hand had once covered. After she traced her finger over that word. Where she had signed her name. Clove. After she finished the delicate curve of the 'e' and gently lifted her finger at the end to mimic her sister's handwriting.
After. And it was now that she would do it. Now.
She looks down at her arm. Red. Red is falling. Red trickles down her forearm and drips off her fingertips in little droplets. Red lands on her boots and stains the grass around her a darker hue. Red is on her hands. On the blade. Red. Red is on her neck where she had traced the blade across her throat. A line of red.
She lifts her face up to the moon and brings the blade down. A flash of silver across the night sky. Silver against black. But, now, it isn't silver she sees. The color of blood. Red. The color of life. Red. Her last sight. Red. It is red. The entrance to the next life. Red. She sees red. Red.
I know this isn't my best work, but the idea stuck with me and I couldn't get it out. And I have this HORRIBLE writer's block! Ok. Thanks for bearing with me. I'll shut up now. And this time I mean it. *shutting up*.