Love Hurts but Heals

Chapter 10

Hey guys! I'm so sry for the last chapter, but I thought I should put something up for you guys! Thanx for being so patient with me! Ilysm! Sry for the short chapter in advance!!

~ChansBae4Life

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Carl's POV

Jordyn looks at the chalkboard and smirks, cracking her knuckles. She whispers something in Ashton's ear, still eyeing me, and smiles when she's finished. Ashton glances my way and smirks as well; then they share a kiss, which tears my heart out and makes me fall to my knees.

"How'd you like that, Grimes?! Wish you could have some, I could see!" Ashton shouts from across the room.

I can't say anything. If I did, I wouldn't be able to finish it.

"That's what I thought," he kisses her one last time before he steps in front of the chalkboard.

"Whatever number you are down, that's how long you have to wait until you fight. Until then, you can either stay here and watch the other fights for some pointers, or go do whatever else. Pick now."

Jordyn and I are the fifth fight, so I'll have to wait a little while.

I start towards the door.

"Where you going, Grimes?!" Ashton shouts again.

I reply, "Taking a walk, if it's alright with you."

"Good. Get out of here.",

"Gladly."

And I step outside.

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When my thoughts go to rest, I tilt my head up-for the first time since I left-and realize my feet took me to the woods where I accepted to be a tribute in Ashton's little torture chamber. Before I accepted death.

Jordyn went crazy right here as well. I rub my hand in the dirt where she sat after she fell in distress after Nicole ran after her. Everything that we had-friends, laughs, good-is gone in the wind. My mind keeps telling me that those times are never gone if I still remember them, but my memory alters them, so how will I know what they're actually like after a moment's time? Jordyn, Nicole, Chandler, Foxface, and me. That's all gone.

I begin to sob.

I throw myself to the ground. I stare at the trees' leaves and sky beyond them. I do not plan to get up; I do not plan to do anything else except just lay here and wait for something to either eat me or to starve myself. Whatever comes first.

I tilt my hat over my face and close my eyes. Peace. Something I haven't felt since I entered that prison where i excepted myself as the sheriff. Fourteen-year-old boy having his first job and finding the love of his life at fifteen. My life has happened so quickly that I don't need anything else from anyone. I can live on my own at fifteen, and no one would probably care if I died right now. Jordyn has been brainwashed, my dad is taking care of his baby and has no idea where I am or what I'm doing, and that's pretty much it. I'm as good as dead, so I might as well accept it.

My thoughts slow down and breathing steadies, and I fall asleep with death as the most desirable thought.

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Untold POV

As I push briers out of my way, I hear a thump to my right and soon hear sobs. I follow them until I find a very handsome and familiar boy laying on his back with his hat over his face. I remember telling him I wanted him, but Jordyn got in the way. I have been angry since then, but I have put it aside. I have a boyfriend, but I love Carl more.

"I love you more than you'll ever know..."

He shifts on his side, and I instantly start climbing the nearest tree. He doesn't lift his hat off his head-thank God-but it falls to where I can see his eyes shut peacefully.

I climb off the tree and sit next to him, embracing his presence while I can. He hasn't been the same person since Nicole died-nobody has. Everyone went crazy after that, and now my boyfriend and Carl are all I have left. I can't leave one of the only two friends I have left.

I pick him up and carry him bridal style as easy as I can so I don't wake him. I cradle his head and brush his hair out of his eyes. His mouth is a straight line, like it usually is nowadays. I smile. I haven't really talked to him since we got separated and got put in these torture chamber called The Hunger Games. Maybe he could be my ally; I could keep him alive.

I pick him up and carry him back to where I came from.