Leaves You Broken {Jayne/Anthony} JB

Although Anthony was only one year older than me, we were never very close. Yes, we knew each other, and we lived in the same household with all of the other Laws kids, but that didn't mean that we were automatically the best of friends. We considered one another sibling and cared for each other as such, though, of course. He was just like a blood brother to me, despite neither of us living with our biological families any longer. Perhaps the fact that we were both away from those who'd given birth to us to bring us into the world was what really made me consider him a brother.

Regardless, since we weren't as close as I would have liked to be, I didn't expect him to visit me in the Justice Building before I left for the terror of the Hunger Games where the Capitol would play me as one of their pawns. When the door creaked open, I knew it wasn't Carter, as he'd already visited, so I assumed that it was likely the Peacekeepers, telling met hat it was time to go. I was wrong, though. The one who entered the room was none other than Anthony Ewald-Laws. I suppose he saw me as a true sister just like I saw him as a true brother. It made sense. Besides, why else would he visit me before I left? From what I could tell in our time living together as siblings in the same household, he was a kind soul, and certainly wasn't coming here to just torment me for the fact I was reaped.

No, he was nicer than that.

I stood up from where I'd been seated and walked over to him quickly. I wrapped my arms around him in a hug and spoke kindly to him in a softer tone than I had anticipated.

"Thank you, Anthony. I appreciate it," I said. "I didn't think you'd show."

When I pulled away from the hug I'd embraced my brother in, I gave him a kind, soft smile. I truly didn't think he was going to show up, but I was truly appreciative that he did. It was always nice to know that there was more than just one or two people in this cruel world that cared about the fact that I was going into the Hunger Games. I knew Carter would care, as he'd gone through it himself. Other than Carter and the kind parental figures who'd taken me in, though, I didn't expect anyone else to come say goodbye.

I just had to hope that it wasn't a final goodbye. I didn't want to be gone forever. I wanted to come home, and I wanted to be alive when I did. Coming home in a casket was often the Laws way, but Carter had broken that trend and started one of survival. I just hoped I could continue the survival trend.

"Got a hole in my soul
Growing deeper and deeper"