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Time's Ticking Away (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction)

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The scenes replayed over and over again. Judra drawing the slip. Cifi dropping my hand. Cifi going offstage. They got mixed up, they changed colors, it was just a big, colorful, horrible mess.

It cut off during the middle of Cifi dropping my hand, and I thrashed around, before opening my eyes. 

A wide-eyed Breeze stared back at me. I glanced around, my heart pounded erractically in my ribcage. The walls were a sickly green, my forehead and temples were pounding, and I had adrenaline pumping pumping through my muscles, making them buzz. 

So I did what any other horrified, andreneline filled, teenage girl would do: Scream. 

I screamed as loud as possible, I screamed until most of the fear and horror and sadness from my dreams had dissipated. I then proceeded to collapse on my pillow, sobbing. 

I didn't know how much time had passed, but when the sobs left my body, I was faintly aware of a voice, "...side effects from the meds..she'll be okay...."

I slowly sat up, my ribs sore from laying on my stomach. Breeze slapped his hands over his ears, "Please don't scream again."

I laughed a little, surprised at how hoarse I was. I frowned, rubbing at the throbbing in my temples, "What happened?"

Breeze pointed to his right, "Ask him."

To his right stood a tall, very attractive young man. He looked about mid-thirties, had sandy blonde hair, and deep green eyes, kind of like Breeze's. His eyes looked like he had seen lots of suffering, lots of pain. Since when have I become all philisophical? I must have drugs in my system...

The attractive stranger grinned, "Fina, good morning. How are you feeling?"

I chose my answer carefully, trying to come off as funny,  "Kind of like I just got stepped on by Bigfoot."

He chuckled, "Sounds about right. Do you remember anything about last night?"

I shook my head, "Nope." I honestly had no idea. All I remember is waking up this morning.

He sighed, "Those must have really hit your system."

"What hit my system?" I asked, curious.

He fiddled with a notepad, "Mextopolion. Vascrip Jav attacked you last night, and the syringe he stabbed you with was filled with Mextopolion."

The details were fuzzy, but I sort of remembered. One piece of this metaphorical puzzle was missing, "Who rescued me?"

I noticed Breeze straightened his back a little. He cleared his throat a little, "That would be me."

The attractive stranger wiggled his eyebrows, causing laughs to spill out of my mouth. 

He winked at Breeze, "I think Breezy boy has a crush over here."

Breeze turned around, glaring, "Shut up Dad!"

Say what? "You're related?"

Breeze's dad ruffled Breeze's hair, "Yep. He has my looks." He said, smirking.

Breeze only sighed. I shifted positions, and groaned a little as my sore muscles stretched out. 

Breeze's father gave me a sympathetic look, "It's side effects from the drugs."

I gave up and shifting around, it hurts too much, "What are all the side effects anyway?"

He paused for a moment, a dimple appearing on his face as he thought, "Sore muscles, hallucinations, nightmares, and mood swings."

I sighed, "Not too bad."

He shook his head, "Nope."

Something vibrated in his pocket, and he jumped and hustled out of the room. Breeze shook his head, "God, he's embarrassing."

"How so? By revealing your secret crushes?" I teased, sinking into the matress.

I expected Breeze to retort back to that one, but instead, he slowly picked up my hand in his. My heart rate sped up, unexpectedly. He looked into my eyes, his bright green ones full of sincerity, "He wasn't lying, Fina."

I felt my face flush as I fumbled for an answer, "Um...cool?"

He chuckled a little, "Fina, we are meant to be together. I read about it in my Orla booklet...."

My blood ran cold at the word Orla. I yanked my hand out of his, and stood up, ignoring the pains in my legs. I fumbled around, furiously looking for the front door. 

I cursed as I ran into things, dang drugs making me clumsy. I heard Breeze shouting "Fina? Fina, come back here!" but I ignored him, I can't handle another one dying because of the Orla. 

I finally found it, a neon green, circular shaped door. I yanked it open, and rished out. It was cold and rainy, but i kept walking. I walked until my legs couldn't take it, and sat down. 

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