The Private Career - District 5

Chapter 6- Let the games begin

As im crying on the floor, i hear a knock on my door.
" Hame I'm not ready for am apology, honestly I just-" I'm cut off from the noise of the door opening. I whip my head to the sight of Monroe.

"I heard what happened " he says softly while sitting next to me. We sit in silence for a while until I mentioned Hame's little attack.
" I've never seen him like that, he was always so serious" I say.
" I know he doesn't talk to you much, but he does talk to me, and he did mention his little 'mental' disorder," he replies. I wonder why Hame didn't tell me any of this, I knew he always favoured Monroe over me, but keeping that from me, and bringing it out on me, I wasn't accepting that. But I calm myself down and actually admit something to Monroe.
" you know Monroe, you actually can be nice sometimes and not a dick" I tell him. He gives off a giggle. Then does something I would expect from him, he leans in and pashes me.

My eyes stay open as they adjust it what's happening, then I react and slap him.
"What the hell do you think your doing?!" I yell at him.
"What?" He says while sliding his hand down my back " we both know we aren't going to survive, so let's just make it last shall we?" He asks. I push him away.
" I knew it was to good to be true" I say while standing up " your just like all the other boys, you only want one thing" I finish and walk out, until Monroe grabs my arm.
"Stop listen-" then I don't hear anything, of course I knew what it was, It was blackout, but this time I actually got glimpse's of it (like that made it any better) I actually saw what I was doing, kicks to the face, punches and of course the one and only Shot gun.

I wake up with my head on the floor and see everyone surrounding a paralysed Monroe. All I think of is how the blackout is developing, and I am actually being able to see what I'm doing, we'll know and then. Wait? What am I on about! This isn't a good thing! Yes it might help me in the games, but the fact all I can think about is this power I don't want, when I have a half dead Monroe sitting right in front of me!
" what did you do?" Hame shouts at me. I stutter but all that happens is my breathing gets heavier and my hands start to tremble. All my body tells me to do is run, just run! And never come back! So I do so, except I go down to D2 apartment and sneak into the girls room, hopefully to find Mynique, which I do.
" Mynique? Mynique?" I push her a bit.
" ahh.. Tarsha? What are you doing here? " she says while rubbing her eyes " you can't be here you'll get in trouble !" She replied.
"I know I know but-" I stop thinking if I can actually trust her, I mean she is a career after all, but I didn't have to finish the sentence since Mynique did.
"Jump in " she said. I hopped into the bed with her and we talked for a while, giggled and stuff, all the girly stuff, she even started talking about who was attractive and who wasn't within the tributes. Then Mynique says something I didn't want to hear.
" you know if we get to the finals, it's just you and me right? " she said. My heart stopped, I mean this girl was the closest friend I've ever had, apart from my sister, god I miss my sister, this career was the only person holding me together. She didn't remind me of my sister, just the closest person to call a friend.
" I know, but we will sort something out don't worry" I say " goodnight " I tell her.
"Goodnight, Tarsha" she replied. That name, the memories and that's all I had left to fall asleep with.

*

I wake up at the crack of dawn, and know I need to get out before anyone wakes up and notices another tribute is in their quarters. I sneak out into the elevator and went to my floor. I wrapped my robe around my waist and walked into the apartment, no one was up yet (thank god) so I snuck into my room and slowly shut the door. All I could see was packets of medicine and everything on the floor.

My eyes try to avoid the mess, but it was very hard not to considering I was the cause of it. I climb into my bed for the very last time, brushing my fingers through the fur of the my blanket as I sink down onto my stomach.
"Last day of so called 'solitude' " I whisper to myself.