Am I Dead?

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(Rue's POV)

The rain stopped in a blink of an eye.

Just like that.

If you closed your eyes for just one second, you'd miss the disappearance of all the rain puddles and --and most of all-- the pouring acid rain.

I was panicking, very badly. I couldn't keep my heart rate down, it was like it was going to flutter out of my rib cage.

I was worried-- for Jay.

He could be dead right now, but if he isn't then what will happen between us? He probably will want to win because he'll have family to prove to.

I mean I have family too! I help my mother out, whose probably getting sicker by the moment. She would let go of all the hard work that I put in to make my family survive if I died.

No. I can't help it that she's weak. She can't hide her feelings, she is like a dam waiting to explode.

She pretty much lost her mind when my aunt, my mothers sister, was killed by a Peacekeeper when she protested against one. She was refusing to work. She didn't want to grow anymore crops, she just wouldn't. She never showed up to the fields anymore, but then one day she did. I remember her standing on a chopped off tree trunk and yelling out so our whole district could hear her. She was quite the woman to have for an aunt.

"No. I don't care what you say, I'm done working for you and the lousy Capital! You work us like complete slaves, even the children! All you are, are complete monsters seeking our sadness and work so you can lay back and laugh at our starvation and working conditions. I will not stand for this! Never! You can take away our freedom, but you can never take away our hope. That hope, that little spark, shines bright. Brighter than the Capital's ego. You can't ever destroy our hope."

That was her grand speech.

I was there, oh yes I was.

I was there when they kicked her down and whipped her. She was barely holding on, and I couldn't help her. It was absolutely heart breaking and stomach turning to see her like that. She was my hero, and my mothers best friend and wall.

When she died, my mother became almost mute. It was horrible.

No one else could calculate how right she right, but me.

She was so right.

Hope and freedom. We needed them both, but hope was much stronger than freedom.

I had hope.

Hope that Jay was alright.

Hope that I'd make it out alive.

Hope that everything will be okay.

I snap back to reality when I hear a husky groan of anger from outside the cave. I didn't even realize that I was still in the cave...and for how long.

"Rue!" He yelled. His voice was unfamiliar, but I could hear the anger in his voice.

I felt a pang of happiness when I realized that it wasn't Peeta. It was Jay. Jay is alive. Very much alive, and very much on a thin line with his uncontrollable temper.

"Rue! I know you're hiding!"

Gulp. He sounds very...very angry.

I steady my breathing, keeping them low and quiet. I can't let him find me, I'll be done for.

I try to scoot back, trying to engulf myself into the darkness of the cave.

Uh yeah, horrible mistake.

I hit my hand on a sharp rock, and I yelped in pain. I immediately recreated it.

Stupid pain.

I look over to the cave entrance, hoping that Jay didn't hear me cry out.

He did.

My eyes met his, which were again bloodthirsty.

"Boo. Found you," He smirked.

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