By Kelvin Ola
The train moves out of the station, and into the country. Goodbye District 7… I think, as it gets further and further away from us. Soon it’ll be out of sight. And considering it is one of the largest districts in Panem, that’s saying something.
I have decided that I am going to enjoy myself as much as possible. I don’t even know if I can do that, but I am certainly going to try to make the most of all the luxuries the Capitol has to offer. It might be the only chance I get. I know I’m not going to make it out, so I’m going to go out in style. If I get my way.
The view outside goes by in a blur of dark and deep greens, with dry, sunbaked yellows thrown in at some places. This train goes faster than any others I’ve seen, and yet it will still take a full seven hours before we reach the Capitol. Some districts take nearly twelve hours. Just goes to show how big Panem actually is, and how big the whole world was, before The War.
“Willow?” My brother’s tentative voice comes from behind me.
“I’m sorry. For earlier. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done it. I was only thinking of you.”
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted. Besides,” I gestured out of the window. “We can’t go back. It’s too late. For both of us, not just you.” He nods, then retreats back out of the carriage.
“Wait.” Josef turns around.
“Josef I’m scared.” He looks at me comfortingly, then walks back across the room and pulls me into a warm hug. “I know. Me too. But you know what? We’re going to get through this together.”
“I-I just want to go home Josef! I d-don’t want to do this.” I break down, sobbing and crying. Because I am scared. I don’t want to die. I cry into his soft hoodie, and all the while he holds me like a parent would a child.
“I know… I know… Me neither… We’re going to be alright though… It’s going to be alright.” His voice soothes me a little, but I continue to sob uncontrollably. He begins to rock me gently, and my sobbing gets gradually quieter. I begin to feel drowsy, in the warm, soft hoodie, in my brother’s strong and firm hold. My eyes struggle to keep open, and eventually I slip into a timeless dream.
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