Songs to this chapter:

Turn Your Face - Little Mix

Demons - Imagine Dragons


Perrie’s P.O.V.:

I suddenly wake up. I look around, not recognizing my surroundings. I’m surrounded by darkness. Everything is dark, even the air. I’m alone, and also the only thing you can see in the room. Suddenly, a bright light fills the room. It comes closer and closer to me, and as it does, I see that it’s not just a light. It’s my mom. My mom is the light, the light that nearly blinds me. I skip with my eyes, and stand up. As I do, my mom comes so close, she’s my size. Her kind face is being formed by a small smile, and her long grey hair.
“Mom,” I let out, as I embrace her. But I quickly let go of her, as I feel how cold she is. Her skin is like ice.
“Killer” She says, and let her eyes meet mine.
“What?” I ask her, not sure that I just heard correct.
“Because of you, I got killed,” She says, her voice sternly. Those words hits me like knifes, breaking my heart. Her light clear light now turns into a dark light, that have a wipe of evil over it.
She scares me. My own mom scares me. My dead mom, who should not be here.
“M-mom?” I say in a low voice, and begin to take small steps backwards.
“KILLER!” She suddenly screams, and storms over to me. Her hands finding their way around my neck. Her grip is so tight, it brings me to the floor. I try to fight back, but her grip is so tight, I can’t do anything.
She gets me laid on the floor, her sitting on me, with one leg on each side of me. Her grip keeps getting tighter, and I feel my lungs in a desperate need to get air.
“You are the worst thing that ever happened to this family. Without you, we would be so much happier. Why couldn’t you just die?” My mom screams into my face, still having a tight grip around my neck. I can feel it coming. Death. I feel myself dying.

Zayn’s P.O.V.:
Earlier today, at practice, Perrie feel down from a tree. It was so scary. By the time I got over to her, she was already unconscious. Her small body recumbent on the hard floor, her eyes close and her lips slightly open. All the other contenders start gathering around her body, but I don’t care. I won’t let them touch her. She’s my… partner, and only I shall be the one helping her. And I will most certainly not let that jerk Justin touch her. I gently pick her up, with one hand under her knee, and one on her back. Her head is resting on my shoulder, and I actually a kind of enjoy it.
Shake it of you Zayn! She’s unconscious! She’s hurt.

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I got Perrie home to our apartment, while the rest of the districts were continuing their training. I didn’t care about training, all I cared about was my…. Partner.
After I undressed her, I laid her in bed, and turned the lights off. I went into the kitchen, to get some food. After all, it’s only 4 pm, and I haven’t got any lunch.
I sit in the couch, to watch some TV, while I eat my sandwich. I skip through the channels, but I don’t see anything good. I end up on a sassy romance movie, but I don’t really pay attention. I can’t stop thinking about Perrie, about how much pain she must be in. First being picked to The Hunger Games, then her mom dies, and now this. I don’t hope she blames herself for her mom dying, it wasn’t in any way her fault. It was the stupid senate, who’s obsessed with spreading pain and violence. Her mom wasn’t the one who should die, the senate is.
I get ripped out of my thoughts by a scream. A loud, painful scream, coming from Perrie’s room. Instantly I’m on my feet, and running over to the room. I rip the door open, and find a heartbreaking sight. Perrie crying and screaming on the bed. She’s still asleep, but obviously has a nightmare. I run over to her bed, and try to wipe some of the tears away.
“P-Perrie?” I say lowly, as I shake her. Her screams just get louder.
“Perrie… Perrie you have to wake up,” I say and try to shake her, but this time she stops her screaming. Instead she doesn’t breathe, and I can she her chest stops to move.
“PERRIE!” I scream, and shake her harder, and finally her eyes open. They are bloodshot, and there’s still coming down a few tears. She begin once again to breathe, with also helps me to breathe.
“Mom?” She asks, and look around in the room.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” I say, and try to calm her down.
“Do you want anything? Water, tea, anything?” I continue.
“Can you just please lay here with me?” She asks in a low voice. Immediately I place myself next to her, in the warm bed. I place my arm around her waist, and pull her close. Before I let the darkness take over my body, I place a light kiss on her forehead.
Perrie’s P.O.V.
It was just a dream. I didn’t actually die. Luckily Zayn woke me up, before I got take too long away. We’re now laying here, in my bed, and it feels so… Safe. Alike, anything can harm me, when I’m in his arms.

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I wake up, in a cold bed. I look to my right, but there’s no Zayn. I here noises coming from the kitchen, and guessing he’s making breakfast. I get over to the end of the bed and stand up. Just as I do, I feel a burning pain, up in my left leg. I fall back on the bed, and take a closer look on my leg. I remember yesterday’s activities, not in that way, grosse! No, the activity where I fell down from a tree. I don’t think it’s broken, but I think there’s something wrong.
“Zayn?” I scream, and he’s instantly in my room.
“What’s wrong?” He ask with concern in his voice, and wipe some of the sweat of his forehead.
“Do you know what’s wrong with my leg?” I ask, and look up on him.
“No, actually I don’t. But, there’s coming a doctor later today, who will study it.”
“Oh, okay. Are you making breakfast?” I ask, and feel how hungry I actually am.
“Yeah…”
“Then, let’s eat!” I say loud, and before you ask; Yes, I’m a eating animal.
“Calm down, Perrie. I’m still cocking, it’s not done yet,” He says, and smile of my sassy-nes.
“But I’m hungry…” I say.
“Okay, let me finish it up, and then, you can get breakfast on bed, so you don’t use your bad leg,” Zayn says, and leave my room. I smile, and turn the TV on. The doctor just came, and Zayn is now explaining to him, what there’s wrong with me.
I seriously don’t hope it’s anything serious! Because, I’m still going to be in the Hunger Games, and if I’m badly injured, I will die freaking fast!
But we hope for the best!
“Hello Miss. Edwards,” The doctor says, as he comes into my room.
“Hello,” I say in a nervous voice, and lay down on my bed. He takes a chair out, and place it next to my bed. He takes out his equipment, and start the surgery.
Half hour later….
“So, Miss. Edwards, I can now say that your leg is not broken. But, because of your pain, you still need to keep it calmly the next couple of days. You cannot attend the training, but you should be well by the time the games start.” The doctor concludes, as he pack his things down.

Notes

Sooooo, here it is, the new chapter.

From now of, I'm going to have a song in each chapter, so that's new!

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