Hunger Games (Frerard)

Gerard POV
“I don’t want to die!” I hear Lindsey scream.
“Nobody wants to die, but it happens for a reason,” I respond bleakly. I groan and walk away leaving her to cry, it was getting kind of annoying.
She doesn’t seem to understand that this isn’t only affecting her. I don’t want to die either but if it happens it happens.
I start to think about the ways that I could end up dying.
What if someone kills me and eats my heart or liver? Someone could push me into a fire and I’d burn to ashes. I could drown in a lake. What if someone raped me? All of these thoughts start to make me feel sick, and next thing I know I’m puking all over the floor. I struggle to convince myself these were all very probable situations. I can see Lynz walking over to me out of the corner of my eye. She holds my hair out of my face as I puke all over the floor. Once I’m done, she buries her face into my neck, and I can feel the cool wetness on her cheeks. She pulls a napkin out of her pocket and wipes the corners of my mouth. I can’t manage to say anything right now. I lay down on the seats after I have cleaned up the puke and manage to fall asleep on Lindsey’s lap.



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Frank POV
What? No no, this can’t be happening. Not to me. Not to me of all people. I get shoved onto the train and sit down. I look down at my jeans and see small wet spots. I’m crying. I look across from me and I see Ashlee sitting there looking out the window.
I wipe my tears away and get up to sit next to her. She ignores me and keeps her eyes on the sky. “Are we going to die?” I ask sounding weak. “Frank this is the hunger games, it might happen and it might not,” she replies keeping her eyes on the sky. She pauses for a bit and sighs. “You won’t make it out if you think like that. Plus-” she stops.
“Plus what?” I squeak. Ashlee doesn’t say anything but she looks into my eyes. I already know what she means. We probably won’t make it. We’re both going to die, and she has that selfish look in her eye. If it’s just us, she’s going to get out alive and not me.
“It’s nothing,” insists Ashlee. I begin to think about what death feels like. I try to focus on the good side of things. I get more time outdoors and more exercise. I look out the window and see a small bird trying to keep up with the train. The bird eventually slows down and I see it sitting on a tree watching the train continue on.

Notes

I'm so tired :")