Fighters From District 2

Chapter 36

I hear smashing against a wall. It's a dream. A big bad dream. I look out into the blurred wall, I watch the dust fall down from the wall and suddenly A bright light shines onto my face. So bright it's all white. I see a blurred figure walking through the now broken wall which I once leaned on. I'll wake up in a minute. And watch Johanna stare at me. I turn my head too Johanna's cell. She is standing but it's still very blurred like there is a curtain in front. I hear people shouting. It must be my time too go for treatment. As I heard Johanna call it. But it's just having injections and watching videos that make you rip your hair out. I look back too the broken Wall, I feel someone picking me up and throwing me over their shoulders. This dream is odd normally I will wake up when I feel something. I'm still tired and can barely keep my eyes open. The person is now running as they run away I see my old cell from the outside. It's a shining white wall with Capitol writer on the side. My sight is coming back gradually. I am placed into a van and watch two other people being out in. It's Johanna and Enobaria. we drive away. It's a dark van but I feel every bump and pot hole. I rock my head around. Am I dead? I'm so confused. I don't understand what's going on at all. Everything suddenly faders too black.

The next thing I remember is waking up and hearing a bleeping sound. I look around and see clean walls and bright lights. I look to the side and see someone sitting in a chair. It looks like they are asleep. My vision is still blurring. I pull my hand up and touch my face. I'm alive. Only just. But I feel a tube going up my nose and wires on my chest. And another cannula in my other hand from the one I had when I was being tortured. "Clove? Can you hear me?" Asks someone

"Huh? Who is that?" I ask. I look around and find the face looking right at me. They pull their hands up too their face.

"Your safe now" they say. I hear them cry and they place there hands on my hand I pull it away. I look to the door, it's now crystal clear

"Who are you?" I ask. I roll my head over and see a face looking right at me

"It's me Clove. It's Cato"

"Cato?" I ask. I'm definitely dead. He doesn't remember me "but your imaginary" I tell him

"What? No Clove I'm here. I'm real. Punch me I'll bruise, cut me I'll bleed" he says. He goes too take my hand again and I pull it away again

"Don't touch me. Your not real" I tell him

"Clove. I'm real. I have known you since you were 13 years old, you were lethal with knives back then" I remember Fuzzily.

"Did I hit you, with a locker?" I ask.

"Yes. And you slapped me" he tells me. I look down too the ground "do you really not remember" I look back at him and the memories rush through my mind like a dream. I close my eyes and the memories flow. I open them again and look back at Cato. I don't say anything. I just nod. And he smiles and let's out a big breath. He grabs my head and kisses it. I smile and he smiles too.

"I remember. Your real. The capitol told me you were imaginary" I tell him "they made a video and made me watch it" I say. He stands back and looks at me

"What did they do" I ask. I break down into tears. I don't even want too tell him. Shake my head.

"Cato. I'm so sorry" I tell him.

"What's wrong?" He asks. I look up to him

"The present you gave me. The one you wanted me too keep incase you got killed. It died" I tell him

"It's okay. Your safe now" he tells me. I feel so guilty that I couldn't look after it the way I wanted too. "Why don't you sleep?" He says. He strokes my head and I drift off

"I'm sorry" I whisper as I fall asleep

"Ahhh!!" I scream

"Clove! It's okay your okay clove!" Cato shouts. He calms me down and holds me down. I push his hands off of me as I struggle to stay away from him. I had a dream that they were going to kill me slowly and that everything was a lie. That Cato was all made up. But I know now that he isn't. I sit still and sit up. Cato sleeps in his chair. I feel the ground shake and Cato wakes up

"Cato. What's going on" I ask.

"The rebellion" he says.