Days Like This

My head was hurting from the whiping of hair against it.  I was looking side to side franticly.  There was the sound.  I pushed my hair behing my ears so I could hear it better next time.  I quickly got under the playset.  My nails ridged, long overdue for a manicure, my hair matted, but I couldn't take a shower.  Scars plastered me.  On my rist a messy tatoo of the word "fight," I smiled at this.  When I had gotten it, I had no idea the war would have gotten this big. I'm pretty tough for a 13 year old.  Pretty odd for a dutchess.  But then again, dutchess was awhile ago.  Never going back.  I tightened my grip on my gun as I heard the sound again.  No this is not the hunger games.  No it is not a replica.  This is my story.  The story that isn't being made into a movie.  Well, not if I can help it at least.  

Blood dripping down his knee. God if you read this, stop.  Stop. STOP! Don't tourcher him anymore.  I don't want to go back in the feild. I want to stay hiding.  I DON'T WANT MY TEAM DYING.  I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!  Mumbling, I heard his voice again, not dead.

"Please go in" His scars shown, as these were new.  The ones of today. My little hideout here wouldn't be found.  I dropped a flast of water near him.  A bag of game.  I dashed out of the playstructure.  My gun now positioned in front of me.  

"Don't move little girl" That voice I hear commanding the enemys.  I don't know what to do.  My arm weak, I pull the trigger.  He is dead.  I run.  I am now a bigger target.  They see me as the girl who killed their president.  They now see me as the girl who killed their military leader as well. No, I'm not on the bad side.  I can just be a bad girl. But my bad is for good.  Some say it's not.  If I can find them, I'll kill them too.  Under the play structure again, Matthew is drinking water. 

"Matt, I killed their leader" I whispered to him

"Oh no.  This is bad.  It's days like this I wish we were back in the kingdom." Matt winced as I cleaned his leg.  I agree, but I am stubborn. I hold up my wrist to show him what my tatoo said.

"I know, I know. Fight Xy, fight.  Keep killing.  That is why your here.  You were born to be a girl like you are.  Not a dutchess.  Xy, do god a favor and use bad for good" See, he gets it. I laugh.  My voice is low and crackly.  I haven't laughed in a while and this is why the voice cracking.  He grabbes my shoulder and faces me to look him in the eye.  

"You go and you do what you do.  You make me proud to be your friend.  You mke me proud to fight for us once more" And this I did.  That day I rescued some, healed matt's leg, and realized that Matt was right.  I was born a dutcess, but I was not born to be a dutchess.