My Twisted Games

Megan

I hate my mother. I hate my father. The only one i love is Finnick, my little brother. He may only be 5, but he is my whole life. I call to him. "Im coming!!" he shouts. He turns the corner, slips, and falls on the hard stone floor, busting his nose. "Dad!!!" I yell. I get no answer. He comes around the hallway but doesn't even look at his bleeding son. I tug his arm. "Daddy?" He shakes me off muttering the word Gale. I turn away and run to Finnick's aid. "Its okay," I tell him wiping the blood from his nose. I grabs some bandages and strap ice to his face. " There ya go," I pat his little head. He smiles at me. I hug the hell out of his and kneel to face him. I grab his shoulders. "Finnick, we need to leave this place." This startles him. "But... what about mommy and daddy?" He askes. I shake my head. "They don't.... They don't care Finnick." His eyes water, but he nods in agreement. I look at his face. With the ice, he sort of looks like a bird. I smile. "Go get packed, little duck."

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We walk through the wood. The fact that we could leave so easily proves that they don't care about us. I packed food and a blanket. Finnick packed water, his toy truck, and some medicine. He had always had a knack for medical stuff. We walked along the trees lokking for a place to sleep. Then i see it, a clay house right beside a small lake. "Look!" I point to the probably life saving building. Finnick squels. "It just like my book!" He shouts. I turn and stare at him, bewildered. He rips a book out of hos back back. A small, dirty boy is on the cover, along side a small, wolf like dog. "Its about a boy who lives in the wild and finds this AWESOME clay house that is full of awesome survival stuff!" I giggle and hug him tightly. "Well, then what are we waiting for? Let go see that survival stuff."