The Risk

15 year old Cassie Acquah doesn't realize what "risk" is until she gets herself stuck... The thing is, a board game isn't really the same as real life, so how will she survive when she gets thrown head-first into one. Well, I suppose she COULD fall in love with the troop leader, become a soldier and explore the world on horseback, but how will she ever get out?

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25. Cold Nights

It felt like the wind had been pulled out of me in an instant. I choked on my own words, my lungs clenched together and ballooned up unevenly. I felt Finnick's hand on my hip leading me away and sitting me on a damp stump a couple of metres walk away. "N...now?" I managed to cough.

He placed my head in his chest and I nuzzled into his warm T-Shirt. Then, he stroked the hair on the top of my head and cooed me as I sobbed. "Yes, Cassie..." I could sense the anxious croak in his voice, and I felt a warm tear trickle onto my hand "Now..."

This only made me cry harder, even though the dry realization had hit me long ago. Cooing at me to calm down, Finnick wrapped his protective arms around me and pulled me closer to him, muffling my forlorn sniffs.

I couldn't sleep at all that night. The sun was blood red and gradually decending below mountain peaks by the time we returned to the camp, neither of us having said a word. Finnick sent me into his room for a bit whilst he broke the news fearfully to our companions, and then he came back in, a look of great depression painted on his face- one that I had never seen before.

"They'll be here soon..." he muttered, before climbing onto his sofa and exhaling in a deep, depressed manor and shutting himself out with his blankets. I clambered into bed and watched the moon and the clouds in the sky pass in the beam from my little window, before I drifted off, and thoughts of the day's events were completely wiped from my mind.

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