I wake up screaming. In seconds Cato is beside me stroking my hair, telling me it will all be ok. But it won't be. Not this time.
Cato is my boyfriend and I love him more than anything. He volunteered at The Reaping yesterday and I was chosen as the girl tribute for District 2 straight afterwards. I, Clove Tenaa have to face something so horrific, the thought of it brings me to my knees. I have to fight to the death- against Cato in The Hunger Games. However we look at it, one of us- or both of us- will die.
I wrap my arms around Cato's neck and cry into his shoulder. "How did this happen Cato?" I whisper shakily.
"I don't know Clove. I just don't know." He sighs and rests his head against mine. "Try to go to sleep," he tells me, even though it's hopeless, "We have a busy day tomorrow."
"A big, big,big day!" I giggle halfheartedly, mimicking Effie Trinket, the escort for District 12.
Cato laughs softly but can't stop a tear from running down his cheek. I reach up to wipe it away and kiss his cheek. "Be strong Cato. For me." I say. He lays me down on the bed and strokes the side of my face with his thumb. "Will you stay?" I ask. "They won't find out." I add hastily.
"Sure Clove." Cato says as he lies down beside me and I put my head on his chest. And with his hands in my hair and the train rocking me softly, I fall into an uneasy sleep.