Tears obscure my vision. I can see the doorway, the hallway, and then a cold burst of fresh air alerts me that I am outside. Suddenly, something catches me, snapping me backward. I realized it was my assistant, grabbing me by my collar to prevent me from running into traffic. A violent sob bursts out of me and I shudder and tremble. Heads turn in my direction. Last thing I remember is black swirling into my vision.
When I come to the first thing I notice is a staggering pain in my head. And then I remember Vixen.
Gone.
Forever.
I start wailing again.
My daughter.
My love.
My angel is now a angel.
I start to shake violently.
My daughter now joins my wife and our other stillborn babies.
My only living child.
Dead.
Murdered.
Murdered my my employees.
Even my assistant.
Just then my assistant pokes her head above me. I realize i'm in the hospital.
"Seneca!" She bend over to hug me.
I realize tears were welling in her eyes.
She cares.
I sit up.
My co-workers are all gathered.
Tears streaming down their faces.
"Who." I weakly whispered. "Who murdered her?"
"Peeta."
The guy whom I liked? The one who I thought was a weakling? MURDERING?!
"How." I say, trembling, tears flowing out of my eyes like a broken dam. "How did she die?"
"She ate nightlock."
It hits me.
It wasn't Peeta who killed her.
It was suicide.
Hey guys! I really hope you are enjoying this! Well, not like capitol people watching the Hunger Games. Um, yeah.
I'm sorry I didn't post in a while, I was busy. Almost done!