"You understand why you can't leave, right Miss. L/n?"

this was a mistake. the note was a mistake. a stupid, childish, mistake.

"yes" you murmured

"Then let's continue..."

you got to glance at the clock when he opened the door just moments prior. it's been 6 hours trapped in here.

he slides the foam cup toward you. hot black coffee swirls as he clears his throat.

"So, let me hear it from the beginning...again" he sighs

"When did you first meet Mr. Snow?"

.

your foot bouncing quickens as your mind replays your morning over and over. after leaving the note on Mr. Highbottom's desk. after returning home...after the screams, the protests, and the lockdown...

the military took you from your home and you don't even know what they told your mother. you're not sure if you are ever going to see her again. 

you shook your thoughts out as you try to stay focused on your little timeline. they said they just wanted to confirm your message. confirm that Coryo or..."Mr. Snow" is a traitor to the captiol.

you know what happens to traitors. and you don't want that to happen to him. no matter how much he hurt you.

you talked with them for around 8 hours and now you're here...a concrete room with 3 chairs on each corner and a large steel door that screams "prisoner"

you curl around the chair as you guess it's nightfall, and as tears roll down your face, you feel nothing but regret.

.

"Get up, change of plans"

a blurry figure pokes you awake with an end of a beating stick, you flinch up and grip the chair before he tucks the weapon back in his belt.

you stood on shaky legs as you feel almost faint. all you've had in the past 24 hours was that awful coffee and you couldn't help but miss your mothers porridge.

you are watching your feet as you walk until you hit the guard. you murmur an apology before looking up to see an even smaller room and he hands you a jumpsuit. 

"Change, fast."

he is leaving but you tug his shirt quickly as you croak out "why? whats going on?"

maybe he pitied you, or maybe he just want to leave, but he looked side to side before whispering...

"Your train leaves at 9."