RE: A Mockingjay Fettered [The Hunger Games One x One between randomname98766789 and
this was never what the girl had been expecting. she had been rounding a corner, ready to finally go home after spending a day in the woods with little success, when she had felt a jab of pain in her neck and then nothing. she had let herself float away into the darkness. it really was a welcome relief, helping her to escape from the same old life she had already assigned herself to. the one bright spot in her otherwise dreary world was primrose, her sister. sure, her mother was there but no mother could compare to a sister, it seemed. after all, they were a kind of built-in best friend, sisters were. once they were old enough, one could confide and trust in them. prim hadn't yet reached that age, but katniss considered herself a patient girl. besides, prim was enjoyable company either way.
katniss wondered sometimes, what it was like outside her district, beyond the fences and in the trees. were there people who didn't live in districts? people who just were. she would laugh at herself every so often, because if there were other people out there, they would have come forward to help resist the capitol, right?
waking up was not something the girl enjoyed, even on a normal day, and today was no exception. katniss woke in an uncomfortable position, hands behind her back and eemingly handcuffed. she felt cold, and could feel air moving on her bare skin. wait. bare skin? katniss looked down with horror evident on her features. indeed, she was naked. there was the jagged scar on her ribs where she got slashed with a knife in a fight. her mother had only had a limited amount of medical supplies to use, so it had never healed prettily. the memory always left a bitter taste in her mouth. she took a moment to examine the various scars and burn marks scattered across her body. some were faded, and some weren't but thus was life living in the poorest district.
she fought to sit up partially, calling out when she realized nobody was in the room with her. "hello?" she found the collar to be rather tight against her throat and made her voice even rougher than it already was: scratchy from sleep, that is.