Doses Of Reality

Chapter 2

Johanna's POV

As I'm sitting in the woods, just listening to the sound of rain over my head. The drops dripping and falling off the leaves. I like the forest. The peace and the serenity. But, also the shaking of the trees and branches in the wind. It makes me feel in control. Like they are scared of me. I like being feared.

I decide to walk home in the rain, the worst it can do is get me wet. I like doing that. Finding the worst in people or in this case, things. It helps not to grow attached to anyone. Trust me I have experience. The rain slowly swallows my face and my long hair starts falling out of my ponytail. My sneakers are sloshing against the mud that splashes onto my bare legs. My jean shorts start to become uncomfortable. But, I continue walking home.

When I get home I start stressing. My escort Annabella Oslavia is pacing back and forth in my living room. Well, no one could have let her in, I live a lone. She must be handy with locks or the Capitol gave her a key. She runs up to me and gives me a huge bear hug before quickly realizing that I am soaking wet.

"Oh honey buns! Go and dry yourself off before we get into a serious conversation about stuff." She says pushing me in the direction of my room. I shoot her a puzzled look but enter anyway.

After changing into new and fresh clothes and bundling my hair in a towel, I walk out of my room to Annabella.

"much better." She says in her irritable Capitol accent that drives me nuts.

"What do you want? I mean, am I mentoring this year or what?" I say opening the fridge to take out some orange juice.

"Not exactly." She says as I reach for a glass. "This year is the third Quarter Quell and the tributes are to be picked from the already victors in each district." She says calmly. How can she be calm? How can she not be pissed? This is not acceptable.

I drop the glass and it shatters. Spilling all of the juice onto my newly waxed floor. But I don't care. I have more important things to worry about.

"How much does Snow think he can do and we won't fight back? I'm sick of being controlled by that damn Capitol! How long can someone put up with this?! I'm done Annabella! H-he wants only one victor, that's what he's gonna get! I-i-if he wants a killer, a killer he'll get. Snow, you just got yourself and your precious victors a death sentence from Johanna Mason!" I scream probably loud enough for the entire District to hear. I rip the towel off my head and run into the forest sobbing. Although it looks as if rain is just pouring down my face.

I start thinking. Now that people know I'm not that weakling I pretended to be during my games, how will they treat me? Will they come after me? I can't think about that now. I want a rebellion! We have to work against the Capitol! I need some fellow victors to work with me.

I decide to go back to Annabella because she is the closest thing I have to a mother or even big sister. I never really had a girl in my family.

"Oh Jo. I was so worried!" She says and comes up to me and rubs my bare arms an attempt to warm me up.

"I guess I just need some cheering up. I need someone I can relate to. Another tribute or victor or whatever." I say shrugging her off and heading for the couch.

"You'll have plenty to chose from at the Capitol." She says taking a seat beside me and tossing me a blanket.

"I guess." I say standing up again. "You know what? No. Snow is basically asking for me to misbehave. He fucking knows I will. And he plans on using that free spirit of mine. He wants to break me? Well good luck with that! No one and-and I mean no one gets in my way! No stupid law or victor or president. Snow is getting nothing but hell from me!" I scream.