Temptation is overwhelming (Open)

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ˚ It was just one of those days where Chloe was cold, and so was the rest of District 8. She was rummaging through her house, trying to desperately find something warm. While looking through her closet in her room, she felt something, a fuzzy, blue sweater. This is better than nothing. thought Chloe, and in truth, it was. She was sick of her boring house, so she walked out her bland white front door with a slam, that was a way so her parents knew she was leaving, since she doesn't talk and everything.

Chloe walked around the District, seeing snow mounds here in there. When she walked pass the cotton fields, she thought, No way. Chloe never even been in there, since she was a weaving, not a cotton collector. Then she spotted the forest, and was so tempted, she ran in there.

"Are you okay?" asks the girl who Chloe is examining. She has brilliant golden eyes. "Sorry I'm bothering you, I just thought you were..." What would Chloe be, a a killer, a spy, and then it hits her. She thinks I'm here and I'm going to tell the peacekeepers. Chloe thinks is sort of crazy, since she isn't really a big fan on snitches.

"I'm Thalia Rose" the girl said. That's a beautiful name. Thought Chloe. When Thalia reached her hand out, Chloe used it to get up. She was instantly warmer. Chloe looked at the girl, and mouthed the words; Thank You.

Chloe was still cold, but getting helped up and not sitting on the snow made her a lot warmer. At least the jacket she was wearong was thick, or else the snow wouldv'e came through and froze her body. Well not literally. But she would be pretty cold, and she'd have to leave. Sure, Chloe really wasn't going to talk to anyone. She hasn't for about eight years. But she felt that even though she's really anti-social, if this girl is nice enough, and she was so far, then Chloe wouldn't mind communicating. The smell of berries filled her nose, and she spotted a bush, it had few berries, but there was enough, Chloe could easily reach her hand out and grab two. She hid them behind her back.

"Is it..okay if I ask you what your name is? Well I guess I just did, b-but you don't have to answer. You could write it in the snow, I mean only if you want to-" Chloe wasn't really expecting her to ask that, she really didn't even use her name too much now that she's out of school. But it was still Chloe and she was willing to share it with the girl. She grabbed the stick she was using before and wrote; Chloe. She didn't feel like putting her last name, it's too long and useless and a waste of time. Even though she did have plenty of time. In fact, she had time to kill. With that, she grabbed one of the berries and gave it to the girl. Then, Chloe shrugged her shoulders, and plopped it in her mouth.

When Chloe gave the berry to the girl she looked, concerned. Of course Chloe, being a little too curious, ate it to fast. At least Thalia had said she liked her name. Chloe smiled, and nodded. Hoping that Thalia knew that was a thank you of some sort. She still had the berry in her hand, refusing to eat it. Chloe didn't exactly know what there was to worry about. She wasn't being her naive self. She was rushing and careless. Chloe shrugged her shoulders again. If they were poisonous, she would die soon enough. "Don't worry, I think they're saf-" Chloe couldn't really finish her sentence, mainly because she threw up, and then fell to the floor, dead. The last thought of hers was; I actually talked.

People always said something along the lines: Your flashes before your eyes when you die. I can now say that's true. After eating the berries, and throwing up, between the seconds I dropped to the floor, I saw images. Ones of my life, my favorite memories, my worst. My dad and mom's faces. My first day of school. The day I stopped talking. When I started weaving. And when I just talked.
I could remember events that were better, or worse, than most of them, where was my first birthday that I remember? Or an image of me looking in the mirror, realizing how I've gone mute?

Ohh, I forgot one, the time I finally talked again. To some girl who I trusted enough to talk to twenty minutes after meeting her. Maybe I was just confusing myself. But I wasn't, I didn't see my life flash before my eyes. And something else, I felt myself breathing heavily again, screaming crying, and hugging the girl, though I can't be sure she even helped me. I guess this means me, Chloe Mockitis, is still living in District Eight.