The Holding

One

Picture of Jay -----> I tried to upload a picture that had his name on it and was SUPER cute! But... because Wattpad hates actually working for me, it uploaded this one (which is still kinda cute) instead of the one I edited and wanted!!! Oh well..

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Governor Bradly has announced that all of the chosens have strictly twenty four hours to say goodbye to whomever we chose. I would think that we would be under supervision, because the government wouldn't want any sort of suicide, but it seems they don't care. The Holding is just about killing people. That's all. So right now, I am aiming at a small purple flower with my gun. I shoot and the flower explodes. Jay hits an even more impressive shot, a rock the size of a fist, several yards away. Of course, he does have a scope, and I have a hand gun. I fall back into a bunch of flowers and watch the clouds. It's such a perfect day... To be my last, real day.  

"You scared me," Jay admits.  

"How?" I laugh. 

"The guns are quieter than you!" he exclaims loudly. 

"Shhh!" I giggle, throwing a handful of pink, purple, and yellow flowers at him. He smiles wickedly and topples over on top of me, pinning me down. 

"Say mercy!" he orders, a large grin on his face. 

"Now why would I-" my question is cut off when he pushes down on my wrist, making it twist awkwardly. "Owwwe!" I yell at him. 

"Say mercy!" he laughs. 

"No!" I squeak, pushing up on my wrists as hard as I can. No use, he just twists my wrists more, "Mercy!" I call. He lets go of my wrists and falls down on top of me. "Jay! Get up!" I order, laughing. 

"I'm tired!" he fakes a yawn and pretends to fall asleep on me. 

"You're crushing me you fatty!" I squeal, trying to hide my smile. He laughs. His arm is right next to my face, so I lick it. 

"Eww..." he protests weakly before rolling over to my side. 

"Oh you liked it!" I joke.  

"Ha-ha," he says with zero emotion. He wipes his arm off on my jeans and yawns. I quickly grab a handful of flowers and drop them into his mouth. "Eww!" he spits them out quickly. He grins, grabs a handful, and shoves them down my shirt. I gasp and slowly pull them out, then throw them at him.  

He sighs and lays on his back, with his arms behind his head, "Great way to spend our last sunset in Aniley," he whispers. We spent all day saying goodbye to our loved ones, and we brought a bunch of thick blankets over to the meadow, out of the fence. We are going to sleep out here. Might as well sleep outside one last time before there's a chance we will be shot by a tracker in our sleep. 

"It wouldn't be your last night if you weren't such an idiot," I hiss. I'm still mad at him for volunteering, and have been giving him a hard time all day. 

"I couldn't watch you go in alone," he tells me. 

"I can shoot, I'd hide behind a bush or something and kill every tracker I see. I'd only come out for food and water," I say. 

"Jenna," he sighs, "You know what I mean." 

"You still shouldn't have killed yourself!" I stand up and walk over to Jay's rifle. The second he stepped onto that stage, he was dead. 

"We could survive this," he says, now a little angry, "It's only fifteen days!" I ignore him and shoot at the cans we set up seventy yards away. I only miss three of the ten. Jay is better than me, but he's had more practice. I hear him walk over to me. He grabs my hands softly, and slowly gets me to let go.