Haunted

I'm not gone.

I'm baaaack! didya miss me? probably not.  I am not super busy with schoolwork,  so I should be updating a lot.  unless i'm just too lazy, in which case Writergirl98 will hassle me to get back to work:) gotta love her, go read her work! it's damn cool! imma stop blabbing and write, so you bookie people can be amused. byyeee!

Cato and I were the only careers left.  We took turns sleeping and keeping watch, not that we needed to.  No one was left except for Katniss and Peeta, and they wouldnt dare attack us,  knowing where Cato cut Peeta.  It annoyed the hell out of us that we didnt know where 12 was camping. 

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap.  I signaled to Cato to stay low, then peeked out through the foliage.  Seeing red hair, I remembered that little detail that had been nagging me at the back of my mind for days now.  When I'd thrown the knife at the girl, I hadn't heard a cannon or seen a hovercraft, which means I didnt kill her.  That pissed me off.  From the location of the bandage, it looked like I only hit her leg.  She was padding along, opening a pouch of berries she appeared to have found.  Just after one passed her lips, she froze, then toppled to the ground, stone cold dead.  The pouch of berries rolled twords me, so I grabbed one and sniffed it.  Bad idea.  In a matter of seconds, I felt drowsy and my vision began to blur.  I barely managed to squeak out the word 'poison' to Cato before I passed out.

When I woke up, I was immedeatly on gaurd.  How long had I slept?  Where was Cato?  A million questions buzzed arond in my head.  Looking around, I found that I was in a cave of some sort.  Standing up, I gingerly tested my legs and arms.  Ouch.  You know that feeling you get when you crack a joint?  I was getting that feeling all over my body.  Time to find Cato. Creeping outside on sore legs was no easy feat, but it had to be done.   When I emerged from my cave thing, I found him outside, leaning against a rock, dozing lightly.  I knew from experience not to startle him when he was like this unless I wanted a sword through my stomach.  Stepping a short distance away, I called softly,"Cato. Cato, wake up, babe."

He jumped, hand immedeately going to his sword.  Shaking my head, I called again. "Cato, Cato, it's me, Clove."

He growled,"Clove's dead, 12.  If this is some kind of sick joke, it's not smart.  I get that you're mad I killed Whats-his-face, but get over it."

I leaned back, shocked.  What was he talking about? I couldn't be dead.  If I was dead, I would be wherever dead people go.  I most certainly would not be next to Cato, and I certainly wouldn't still be in the games.  I looked down.  I looked whole, but if Cato couldn't see me, I supposed I had to be...a ghost?  I never belived in all that mystical stuff, but I supposed now's as good a time as any to start.  I leaned down, closer to Cato. "No Cato.  It's me, Clove.  I suppose you can't see me, I think I'm a ghost."  I moved some plants out of the way in order to sit down.  

Cato, looking suddenly jumpy, replied, "Clove?  Is it really you?"

Oh, that skepticisim. I might've been dead, but he hadn't changed.  Thinking of our past in district 2, I couldn't belive that all those times were over. All the good times we'd had.  I glanced around, curious as to why I couldn't see any other 'dead' tributes.  Voicing this to Cato, I began to move off twords the woods.  "Clover, wait.  Stay here.  I don't want you to wander off."  

For the first time since I woke up, I got a really good look at Cato.  "How long has it been since you slept?  You look tired."

"Couple of days, but I'm fine."

"Cato, you need sleep.  I'll wake you if anything happens."

Grudgingly,  he dozed off, and I settled down to keep watch.