Secrets

You all remember Leevy, the girl from District 12 that helped Katniss and Gale after the whipping in Catching Fire?
Turns out she has a story of her own..................

1Likes
3Comments
445Views

1. Leevy's Story

JUST AFTER THE 72ND HUNGER GAMES

LEEVY IS 11

Hekilledhimhekilledhimhekilledhimhekilledhim

My brain is chanting a rapid, furious sentence over and over again in a never-ending chain.

I'm standing on the platform for the fallen tributes' families, with my older sister Hella and my ancient grandmother. Staring into the smug face of Jonah, the victor, the seventeen-year-old from District 1, who is 'thanking' us.

Utter rubbish.

Hella is crying silently. She can't deal with this. She's been a bit funny in the head ever since we saw Dean get herded onto the tribute train. Her hands would shake, she would shake her head at random moments, like she was trying to get water out of her ears.

DeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDeanDean

My grandmother is stony-faced. She is not happy with this. She isn't crying. She didn't cry when Dean was reaped.

My grandmother never cries.

Crycrycrycrycrycrycrycrycrycrycry

I remember watching Jonah on the television, when he hacked off Dean's head personally then laughed as he wiped the blood off his axe and tasted it.

As I watch Jonah's back turn in it's expensive ermine coat with his groomed black hair, a single thought takes over my mind.

IWILLKILLYOU

NIGHT

Jonah hasn't left yet. The train hasn't left yet.

Perfect timing.

I watch as Jonah's blood, red, so red, drips from my knife.

MORNING

There is a huge uproar and news broadcasts.

Breaking news! This just in! Jonah Goldwood, the recent victor of the 72nd Annual Hunger Games, has been found dead - presumably murdered - in his train compartment.

73RD HUNGER GAMES REAPING

LEEVY IS 12

My first reaping.

I can't stop thinking of Dean.

His smile, his jokes, his hugs when I had nightmares.

He would always give up his bread for me if I was extra hungry.

My brother.

My sweet brother.

Sixteen.

Just sixteen.

The doors on the Justice Building close, swallowing up this year's tributes.

And I make up my mind.

It's too late this year.

But there's always next year.

74TH HUNGER GAMES REAPING

LEEVY IS 13

"Primrose Everdeen!" calls Effie Trinket.

I watch as a small figure with blonde plaits trails up to the stairs. Everdeen. That's familiar.

I'm about to thrust my hand into the air when someone beats me to it.

"I VOLUNTEER!"

I almost scream in agony.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

She's done it! She did it before me! I've missed my chance!

I turn to glare at the volunteer but my face freezes. It's Katniss Everdeen, a girl who lives a few doors up from me in the Seam. The skinny one with the dark plait, so different from her sister, that hunts in the woods to feed her family. That's why the surname sounded so familiar.

Primrose begins to protest and cry, but Katniss is insistent.

I grit my teeth.

GALE'S WHIPPING

LEEVY IS 14

There is a constant whacking sound and small screams of pain.

What the - ?

I push to the front of the crowd and feel like I've been punched in the face.

DEANDEANDEANDEANDEANDEAN

That's Dean.

But it can't be Dean.

But it is.

Same tan skin, same dark hair, same lean body.

But I saw Dean die.

"No! Stop!"

A figure in a jacket, small and insignificant, throws herself between the Peacekeeper and Dean. The Peacekeeper smacks her right across the face, and I gasp.

"Stop!" she says in a strangled voice, and I finally recognize her. Katniss Everdeen. Again. The girl who beat me to volunteering last year. Why is she defending Dean?

A smelly man with blonde hair rushes to the front and makes a big fuss of the gash on Katniss' cheek. I recognize him right away. Haymitch Abernathy.

And then another blonde, younger and fitter and clean. Peeta Mellark.

I can't quite hear what they're saying, but eventually the Peacekeeper wipes the blood off the whip and stalks away.

Katniss and Peeta and Haymitch rush to untie Dean's wrists, and hoist him on to a wood slab hastily bought from a market stall owner. I hurry to help them.

I stifle my shock at Dean's face. This is not Dean, but at the same time it is. The eyebrows are too thick, the lips too full, the nose too prominent. But other than that, the similarity is startling.

"I - uh - "

I stutter, unsure. I don't even know his name.

Wait! Yes I do. Jale? Tale? No - Gale, that was it. Gale Hawthorne, Katniss' hunter friend.

I offer to help and Katniss immediately tells me to run and fetch his mother, Hazelle.

I agree instantly.

This may not be Dean.............

But he looks like him.

And that's good enough for me.

75TH HUNGER GAMES REAPING

I watch as Katniss' name is called and she stands for the second time on that stage.

I watch as Peeta volunteers for Haymitch.

I watch as Katniss' family, Gale, and gradually, the rest of the square performs the salute.

I keep my eyes trained on Gale's face, and do a small, unnoticable four-note whistle.

That was for you, Dean.

I'm not going to try and volunteer next year.

Gale may not be you - heck, nobody can come close to you - but if I can pass him in the street.............see him every so often...........catch a glimpse of his face.............maybe I can pretend.

I love you, Dean.

DISTRICT 2, BUILDING SITE, AFTER THE REBELLION

LEEVY IS 19

Gale is older, now. He's twenty-four.

"Hey, Leevy," he says, "can you pass me that drill?"

"Here you go, Dean," I say without thinking.

"Dean?" he says, his brows creasing.

"Oh - um - I mean Gale," I flounder.

"Who's Dean?" he says, persistent.

"My - um - "

And over the course of the next few weeks, I pour my heart out to Gale. I find myself calling him Dean more than once.

Eventually, I ask him if it's okay if I keep calling him Dean by accident.

"Whatever floats your boat, kid," he replies.

DISTRICT 13 INFIRMARY

LEEVY IS 87

I watch as the morphling drips slowly into my veins.

My time has come.

"Dean," I croak, "you came back."

He smiles at me, sitting by my hospital bed. He's so old, at least ninety-two, but as I watch, his face transforms back into the youthful sixteen-year-old I knew.

"I'll always come back, Leevy," he says.

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

"Dean," I say sleepily. "Is it alright if I call you Gale?"

A slow smile spreads across his face.

"Whatever floats your boat, kid," he says, before I fall into the deep deep darkness.

 

 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...