Chapter 8

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Dahlia's Pov:

I wake up with a horrible headache. I am in a hospital bed and Finnick sits next to me. He seems to be deep in thought as he stares at the ground.

I try to sit up but immediately feel a sharp pain in my side and fall back down helplessly. Finnick's head shoots up.

"Are you okay?" He asks

I shake my head as the memories of what I did come flooding back. My eyes fill with tears. Finnick seems to understand what is wrong and pulls me into a hug.

"Don't worry it's okay. It's all over now." He says lightly kissing my forehead.

I cry into his chest. I can't believe I killed those kids. They were the same age as me, yet I took their lives. They probably had a family at home, something I lacked. And the worst part was that they were probably just as scared as I was.

I have never felt so disgusted with myself. Tears pour down my face onto Finnick's shirt, muffling my sniffles. Finnick whispers that it will be okay, and places light kisses on my forehead. And even though everything is wrong, I feel at home in his arms. We stay like this until the doctors come in demanding he leaves.

End of Part 1 :)

Sry for the short chapter.

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