Warning: Language.
I'm sorry.
Even from the very beginning I knew you were something special. You had that certain quality that set you apart from the others. I have to admit that even I began to fall for your harmless, little girl act.
You annoy the shit out of me, though. You are so stubborn, pissy, and you always have to be right. You act as if you're the center of all of Panem, and your voice always seems to bounce off the walls, so I can hear you from miles away. Do you know how annoying that is?
But, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, we're still in this together. We're bound together with this horrible game. We both know what it's like to kill, to fear, to just want everything to end, and that is what draws us together.
I know that beneath all your anger and hatred, way down there, you're a good person. You don't deserve this. God, nobody deserves this, but we're here. I know that you'll survive, dammit you're too stubborn to die.
That one-hundredth of a second it takes for me to feel the electric shock coursing through my body I know I am done for. What an exciting way to die.
Fuck.
Sorry for the incredible long wait. Life got in the way. This chapter is dedicated to that awesome reviewer who suggested I do Blight to Johanna. Since there is very little about Blight I just kind of winged it. Since it says that Blight never even showed up to training during the 75th Hunger Games I imagined him to have a very "I give zero fucks" attitude.
Tell me what y'all think(:
xoxo