I scream so loud it scratches my throat; pain fills the side of my head with a crack.
What’s happened? Am I still alive? Am I just dreaming? Is this real?
“CATO!” The words leave as a faint, barely audible echo. “CLOVE!” His response rings in my ears, the searing pain in my head is unbearable. I can feel muscular arms wrap around my small, dainty body, enclosing me from any sort of harm. “Please! Clove, don’t leave me! I need you! You were asleep when it was announced, the same tributes from the same district can win! We could go home! Be together forever! Glimmer was just a fling, you’re the one I want! Clove!” A small, warm tear hits the side of my cheek, not mine, but his. He never cried, ever. This was a first for him. It was far too late for him to save me. “I’m not going anywhere, Clove. Your sisters. they’ll miss you! Please don’t leave me here alone!” Silence is all he hears from me. “Clove? Please wake up” I can still feel his warmth meaning I wasn’t completely gone. He moves the strands of black hair from my olive green eyes and the warm blood slides down my cheek. “no,” he croaks. It’s too bad for any type of medicine to heal. The pain was unbearable, he knew I was gone so he tried to send me home sleeping, his fingertips shut my eyelids gently and he plants a kiss on my forehead. “it should’ve been me that went here, not you.” I slip in and out of consciousness as a grey tunnel closes my vision. My body was begging for oxygen, it was getting harder and harder to breathe. My lungs wouldn’t function, my brain wouldn’t send signals telling it’s time to breathe. I take ragged breathes trying to prolong my moments with him. His fingers caress the side if my cheek as he lifts my small body into his muscular arms. My head felt heavy with a liquid inside. It was the blood, I would be gone in less than 30 seconds from internal bleeding. I’d die in the arms of the boy I loved. I inhale one last breath of air.
BOOM
I’m gone. The trip to heaven was short, I was forgiven for the things I’ve done. People I’ve killed. I watch Cato from above. He screams as loud as he could in anger after the boom of the cannon. It pained me to see him like this. Secretly I hoped he didn’t win, it was selfish but I knew he wanted to be here too.

LOL!
I’m laughing way too hard at this.

This literally took me two hours!

They Were Kids That I Once Knew

Oh so Clovely

Clove’s crumpled body lay on the cold ground as the life was draining from her. “Cato!” the words left her lips as a faint echo, “Clove?!” She hears him call out, he’s too far away at this point. Blood pours onto her hair, the large dent was far too big to have any sort of healing treatment, She was a goner, Cato arrived picking up her limp body from the ground, “C’mon, Clove, I can’t do this without you, You’re my Lucky Clover!” He knows as well, there’s nothing he can do. He holds her for the remaining few minutes that they’ll ever have together. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, Clove, I promised you I’d protect you, I should’ve gotten the backpack, this should be me, not you!” He proceeds to move her limp body onto his lap and her head onto his shoulder, getting her blood on his shirt and takes her hand. She lets out a soft moan making out her last words, “Cato…” Then, she’s nothing but a memory. Cato does something he never thought he’d do, cry, tears stream past all the dirt making a small pathway down his cheek. He kisses her forehead gently, staying with her, not going anywhere. He didn’t even bother to move when the hovercraft came to snatch her up. The metallic arm had to swerve around his body to reach her small, petite figure. He seemed to guard her, not letting them take her away from him, “I don’t get it, Clove, we were just as much as Star-crossed Lovers as 12, I don’t get it, I’ll never have the chance to ask you to prom, ask for your hand in marriage. I love you, Clove.”

After a few moments, he realizes that she’s gone. His body starts trembling in fury. “I’ll kill him, I’ll kill whoever did this to you!” he shouts. The hovercraft’s operator was getting impatient. He had no choice but to tranquilize Cato. Cato’s body slumps next to Clove’s, their fingers still locked together. Unable to accept the fact that Cato wouldn’t leave her side. He sent down a hoard of Peacekeepers to physically remove Cato from Clove. It takes about three to unwrap his arms from her. And two to hoist Clove’s body into the metal claw. The Peacekeepers head back onto the craft. People treat Clove’s body. Ridding her of dried blood, and removing all the caked dirt and grime from under her nails. They rinse her body of all blood and any hint of dirt, before sending her to the remake center, where they would try the best they could to hide the dent and make her temple look normal once again. She is sent back to District 2 in a wooden box where her mother refused to bury her daughter. Her father, angrily yelling at Clove’s body that she could’ve won. Her mother wanted to wait for the right moment to bury her one and only child. She finally let her be put in a casket after Cato’s body had arrived back home as well. They were buried side by side. Never to leave each other. The way they were meant to be.