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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧 - 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙩. 3

I COLLAPSED TO the ground when I finally reached the tree, tears streaming down my face. For the first time, I didn't care if I was being aired on the whole of Panem.

I had killed someone, taken a life, and no matter how much I tried to justify it in my mind, I couldn't escape the feeling of guilt that consumed me. 

As I lay there in the darkness, the screams of the girl echoed in my ears, haunting me like a ghost. The sun began its slow descent up the sky, casting a warm glow over the lush greenery of the forest.

I almost forgot I was being chased and started to drift off, but then I heard running. Leaves crunching, inching closer. I need to stick to the plan and get up that tree.

I gingerly placed my foot on the lowest branch, grasping a higher limb with steady hands. The bark's uneven surface pressed against my palms, grounding me as I hoisted myself onto the next branch, balancing my weight carefully.

My fingers curled around the rough bark, seeking familiar grooves and crevices. My feet found purchase on the knobby protrusions, each step bringing me closer to where I would need to stop. When I reached the top, I perched up on the highest branch.

I gazed out at the fake world spread out before me. Everything around me seemed to hold its breath at that moment. The world seemed so much smaller from up here, the sound of nature filling my ears as I inhaled the scent of pine and earth.

Here I was, sitting in a tree- waiting for the two boys to draw closer so that I could kill them. I mean - it's hard to believe I'm looking at this.. fake, but beautiful sky before slaughtering. 

People from Panem are looking at me, probably thinking I was fake. Everything around me looked so breathtaking, yet it was fake. Just like me. I'm admiring the fake smell, fake sun, and the fake nature.

It didn't take long for the boys to come into sight. They approach the tree, but not close enough for them to get caught in the net. "Where'd she go?" I hear one ask. "How am I supposed to know?" The other replied.

The one who replied sounded very... incensed. I recognized his voice. That one was very close to the girl that was killed, so of course, he's gonna be a little upset. I just didn't expect him to be that mad.

I peek from my spot in the tree to look down, only to realize that the guy who spoke first was looking up, his dark skin seemed to glisten in the sunlight.

The other one looked too angry to do anything but clench his fists over his knives. 

I see the dark skinned guy slowly nudge the other one, as if that would make me not notice. That was the same one who thought I wouldn't notice him walking around the lake.

Moron

The one who was clenching his fists snapped his head over to the other guy. "What?" He vociferated. The dark-skinned guy slowly raised his head up to me, motioning the other guy.

Does this moron really think that being slow would make him unnoticeable?

The mad guy, seemingly forgetting about the dark skinned guy, starts making his way forward. Is it gonna work, is he actually about to step in the trap? He stops, one foot away from stepping in the trap. 

So close

He looks up at me, his face contorted in anger. He was glaring up at me, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. It's as if his eyes were burning with anger. I can feel his intense hatred piercing through me.

As he continues to glare up at me, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, and his jaw is clenched so tightly that I can see the muscles pulsating beneath his skin. Suddenly, he starts talking in a low, menacing voice, each word dripping with malice and hatred. I could see the veins in his neck bulging as he shouted at me to come down.