Broken Glass Chapter 8, a hunger games fanfic

Author's Note: Here is my final chapter before I leave for the week. I'm in a great mood right now for no reason. I'm not updating again today so sorry. I didn't get my question yet from Clatoforeverinmyheart so I'll answer it when I get home from camping if I receive my question. I sort of don't want to write a long author's note so here it is.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or anything else you recognize.

Chapter 8 - The Past Haunts

Clove POV

Jett walked into my bedroom while I was asleep. He sat at my bed playing on my iPad waiting for me to get up. I sat up, stretched, saw Jett and screamed. He came and sat on my bed and put his hand on mine.

"This better be important or else you're so dead," I said pushing Jett to the floor.

"I need you to do something for me. Will you?" Jett asked sitting back at my desk.

"Depends," I said shrugging.

"I need you to sing at a concert I'm setting up," he said smiling.

I got up and smacked him. I went to the bathroom and set my head on the counter. I could feel hot tears welling up in my eyes. I thought about Cephas. He was our older brother. He was killed by a drunk driver. I hadn't sung since his funeral. I sung his favorite song and after that, I stopped singing all together. I missed singing. I heard Jett pounding at the door.

"Clove! Can we at least talk about this?" he begged.

I wiped my cheek and stepped out. Jett put his arm around me and led me to the kitchen. We sat at the island.

"Why don't you want to sing?" he asked.

"I can't sing because of Cephas," I explained.

"Why can't you just put Cephas' death behind you?"

"Sometimes, history can leave a scar. Cephas' death left the biggest scar ever on me," I explained.

"Just sing one song, please. Just one song. I will never make you sing again," he begged.

I caved in. I went and grabbed some cereal before I went to my room. The school was temporarily shut down while it was being fumigated. Some how a bunch of of bugs got into the school. I don't think it was a coincidence though. I saw a couple fresh mans letting a bunch of bugs loose in every classroom. The fumigation was going to take all week. It was only Tuesday so this was a free week. I needed to decide on a song. I picked up my guitar. I strummed it once before I picked up my phone. I called the person I knew could best help me through this tough time. Isabelle.

"Hey Isabelle. I need your help."

"What do you need?"

"I decided to sing one more time. I can't decide on a song."

"Wait. Back up. You're going to sing again?"

"To help my brother."

"I thought you were never going to sing again after Cephas' funeral."

"I wasn't but Jett was persuasive and undermining."

"So you finally are going to sing again?"

"Ya but I need your help to make a song selection."

"Okay, just a second. I'm going to see if I have that CD you made a few years back to give to me as a birthday gift. If I do, I'm going play it and I'll text you my decision."

I agreed and hung up. I strummed my guitar and Jett walked in.

"What are you going to sing? I want to make you my headliner so I want you to have a song no one else would even consider singing."

"I don't know. Isabelle said she would call me once she listened to my CD I made years ago to help me pick my song."

Jett nodded and left. I strummed my guitar again and my phone started buzzing. It was Isabelle.

You need to sing 'Just Give Me A Reason'

Quick pick. You sure?

I listened to it over and over again. It is your best song.

Alright.

I dropped my phone on my bed and went downstairs. I walked into a room my parents said the piano up in. It was just a room with glass doors and I big window. It was the piano room. I sat at the piano, something I hadn't down in a while, and put my fingers on the keys. I started playing the intro and Jett walked in.

"I assume your playing Just Give Me A Reason," he said leaning against the piano.

"You gave me a reason to play instruments and sing again. I guess that kind of was part of my decision."

Jett smiled and walked out of the room. I played a dry run of the song then went to my room. I need to pick something semi formal for Jett's little concert. I grabbed a simple red knee length strapless dress with a silver woven belt. I pulled out some red flats with silver bows. I thought that would be perfect.

*Night of Concert*

I sat in my personal dressing room. Each group or person had their own dressing room. I stood up to fix my makeup. I reapplied my red lip gloss and black mascara. I lightly added a bit more silver and red eye shadow. I thought my blush was okay but I put on a little bit more concealer under my eyes. I lightly tousled my curls and fixed the rose pin. I sat down to watch the next group. It was Cato, Marvel, Gale, and Thresh. They were singing Thrift Shop by Macklemore. I was glad to see Cato and Marvel were still friends. I giggled at what they were saying. They looked like gangsters. The next people to preform were Primrose, Rue and Jonah. They were singing I Love It by Icona Pop. I zoned out until Glimmer started singing. She was a terrible singer. She was singing Come and Get It by Selena Gomez. I pulled out my iPod. I played until Madge started singing. That was my cue to go behind the curtains. I'm after her.

"You nervous?" Jett asked putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes."

"Don't be. You'll do great. I'll set the piano so you won't have to look at the crowd."

"I'm not scared of the crowd. I'm nervous because I haven't sung in so long."

"You'll be fine. After this, you might just want to preform again."

I punch Jett. He winced slightly then walked onto the stage and took the microphone.

"To close off the show, we have a special treat. My sister who hasn't preformed in a long time. Please welcome our headliner, and my twin sister, Clove!"

I walked onto the stage and sat at the piano. Jett turned it so the crowd could see my face. I rested my hands on the keys. I took a deep breath and started playing the intro to my song. It came to the part where I was supposed to start singing. I took a deep breath and started singing.

Right from the start
You were a thief you stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them
Now you've been talking in your sleep
Things you never say to me
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I'm sorry I don't understand where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine
Oh we had everything
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everything
And its all in your mind
Yeah but this is happening
You've been having real bad dreams
Oh oh
You used to lie so close to me
Oh oh
There's nothing more than empty sheets
Between our love, our love, oh our love, our love

I never stopped
You're still written in the scars on my heart
Your not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

Oh tears ducts and rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust but our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems
We'll come clean

It was over? I walked backstage again while everyone clapped. Jett closed the show and came backstage. He hugged me. I hugged him back. He released me and looked into my eyes. At this moment, I saw almost a reflection. Jett looked just like a male me. It was perfect.

"Thank you Clove. I know you didn't want to do this but you over came everything and preformed your heart out. You are just plain amazing."

"No, thank you Jett. I would never of preformed ever again if you didn't convince me to try. And I think I liked it. I just might preform again."

Jett pulled me into a second hug. I hugged him back just as tightly.

The farther along we come, the easier my decision is becoming.

Chapter eight is completed! I'll be home from camping on the 28th but I have plans on the 29th so I might be busy. I also have a dare for everyone. While I'm gone, I dare you to get me to 25 reviews. There will be no punishment for not completing this dare, but there will also be no reward. It's just a dare I want to see if it can be accomplished while I'm gone. Good luck. And Clatoforeverinmyheart, I can't wait for your question. Please review, favorite and follow.