The Wilds

Lamina pov

I never expected us to escape the games, nor did I even expect to survive until we arrived to the capital in the first place. But we did.
I also never expected to have to leave people behind, least of all Treech. To see his own blood on my hands along with others like Marcus and Wovey. Bobbin hasn't been the same either. But he didn't love Wovey like I love Treech.

Living in the wilds isn't easy but luckily Lucy Gray knows how to keep us all alive. She's brought up things about something called "the covey", which is where she supposedly learned all of this. Mizzen's anxiety is getting worse. I always hear him talking about if the peacekeepers found us. Luckily Coral tries to keep him calm, and it works for the most part. Coral keeps saying she is fine but I know she isn't. At least she has Lucy Gray.
I really don't matter anymore. Since I never talk. Treech was the only person I was comfortable talking to. I've had thoughts about what it would be like if I left, or if the peacekeeps shot me down. Would things be better if they got me? I don't think anyone would even notice I was gone.
Everything hurts like hell. I feel numb all the time.
I always feel so hungry but when I go to eat, I can't bring myself to eat it. I feel like I'm starving to death. Somebody else needs it more than me.
I think Treech is the only way I'm like this. I would be so much more happier if he was still here.
But he's never coming back. I can't bring myself to realize that. I just keep telling myself that he is still here.