ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ: ᴄᴀᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝟚𝟙. 𝕌𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕆𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

A lot of my chapters got deleted, so I'm reposting them

꧁ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ꧂

꧁(Y/N)'s P.O.V.꧂

Well, I got my promise. I was given some isolation to try and calm down. Peeta I've heard almost killed Katniss, so he's been in the white room restrained. I'm in a similar room. But without being restrained to a bed. They believe I can control myself more. In a white room? Absolutely not. But I can't be mad at them, they don't know how I was tortured.

They soon figured out why I was acting so strange; curling up into a corner, shaking, about to have a mental breakdown again, those were obvious signs. They even tried to get me a therapist of some sort. But I didn't trust him enough to tell him anything that's been going on. It turns out, I scared him.

You're scared of someone who is unstable because your stupid government can't help someone? How pathetic. My voice rang inside my head. All I ask is that I'm taken out of this white room, or just let me die.

꧁3rd P.O.V.꧂

Katniss and Cato went over to the room where they could see (Y/N). Katniss wanted to try and thank her for at least saving her, but since (Y/N)'s behaviour has gotten worse, she decided to wait.

At first, the (h/c) haired girl was just staring at nothing. But a few seconds later, she immediately rushed to the nearest corner and shut her eyes, curling into a ball and muttering to herself. "It's not real, it's not real."

Cato wanted to rush in there and comfort her, but Haymitch stopped him, and suggested they bring in someone who she could possibly trust that wasn't him or even Katniss.

And the idea commenced. Of course, an idea was to use her sisters, but they didn't want to go in because of how fragile their older sister was. So, somebody else decided to try and go in. And that was none other than Beetee. It's a shocker, but Beetee was the only one who would be able to speak as calm as possible without getting attacked by (Y/N). So they sent him in. Cato looked extremely anxious, hoping this plan would work.

Beetee wheeled (literally) into the room where (Y/N) was kept. She looked up in alarm, but relaxed a little when she saw him.

"You look pretty bad."

"Could be worse." He shrugged.

The two initiated a small conversation until (Y/N) suddenly spoke out of nowhere, surprising Haymitch, Cato, Katniss, and Beetee.

"Why am I still here in this white room. When can I leave?"

Beetee took some time to answer that question. "What makes you so uncomfortable in here? We want to help you as best as we can."

She looked down before glaring at the ceiling. "The doctors used tracker jacker venom. You already know that,"

She continued on, staring at Beetee with a creepy look on her face: no smile, dull (e/c) eyes, and a shadow covering her top face to make her look like a wicked child.

"They injected more than they did to the others and threw my in a white room like this. And they restrained me. They hurt me. They stabbed, slashed, and threw me around like I was a test rat. A test rat. And no one came to help me. I want out. I want out before, before...." she trailed off. Her voice dying out as her lip quivered.

The people outside the room leaned in, begging to hear the rest. Beetee looked at the broken girl concerned. "Before.... what?"

Silence. After a minute, she spoke up again.
"Before the black figures come back and hurt me again."