↳ CHAPTER TWO:

ASHAMED ↵

❝IF YOU HAVE TO ASK IF YOU'VE HURT HIM, 

JUST KNOW THAT YOU DID.❞

There was nothing left in my district for me to say goodbye to. Not my family, no friends, no places that held memories. Well, there was one person who I could think of, and even then I felt bad to make him watch his only friend set up to die.

I felt ashamed for a moment, realising how short my life had been and I hadn't done anything to be proud of.

I guess I did deserve to be in the Hunger Games. I deserved to die.

Immediately after leaving my family for the last time I walked with two guards who directed me from the rooms we were in and pushed me into a compartment on a train.

The lights in the compartment were bright and I raised my arm to shield my sensitive eyes. Once my eyes had adjusted to the drastic change in light, I slowly lowered my arm to survey the room.

I bit my lip, noticing the other person in the room. It was Bishop, the thirteen year old boy who was picked with me. I had forgotten about him.

His eyes followed me as I slowly walked through the fancy compartment until I fell into a chair beside him. The train and furniture were completely silver and windows were wide, encompassing most of each wall to show off the scenery we would pass.

I smiled weakly at Bishop, however my eyes showed how dead I was inside.

The compartment door slide open and Bishop and I stopped talking to look at the newcomer. My breath stopped and I paled.

He looked so good.

His figure moved into the room and I let my eyes go to the window to watch the scenery fly by. The footsteps were slow and soon they stopped and from the corner of my eye, I knew he was towering over me.

Silence filler the train room and I closed my eyes, waiting.

"I-I'm gonna head to my room," Bishop muttered, noticing the tension that filled the room. I let my eyes follow his movements as he slowly stood up, grabbed his jacket, and walk out of the room. Not once did I let my eyes wander, and now I let my gaze fall to my lap.

"Willow," he mummered, staring down at me. I knew he was looking down at my small figure and I couldn't look him in the eye. I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling from my eyes.

He turned away from me and I immediately reached out and grasped onto his hand. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I broke my promise, I-I'm sorry, Finnick."

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Ooooooo how does she know finnick??? Good stuff coming up! Please comment and I'll update in a day or so since I'm sick af.