i spell hate with a 3 // . katie - lola .

{ Brenson Charydczak //

Dammit. The rock you just stepped on was sharp, painful, and enough to make your left foot start bleeding. Should of worn shoes. You weren't used to running through forests... yet; you were used to being spoiled in District One. Well, getting abused and not knowing your mom wasn't being spoiled, but you were generally wealthy and most people treated you nicely. Let's just say being in the wild wasn't your forte. And since you were also not the sharpest tool in the shed (or as sharp as the rock you stepped on), you forgot to bring an extra pair of sneakers; your old ones ripped up and torn in too many places to count -- it looked like they were perhaps eaten and then spit out again by a tiger. Perhaps, if you had the brains, you would have also taken some bandages when you left -- you had more injuries than fingers on your hands: scraped foot, bruised back, bee-stung legs, and everything else (you even had a sprained ankle (that was healing) for the past two months). A safe haven seemed good for you at that moment.

keep drinkin' coffee
stare me down across the table,
while i look outside .

Trees and the color green were your only surroundings. Etched around you was a landscape of trees which is growing. At first, you could easily see the baby-blue sky, then, the light aqua sky was deluded by an ocean of green, yellow, and light red leaves -- along with some pink blossoms. Although the sight was quite pretty, you missed the plain sky with plain clouds above you -- like a friend you've known forever. You sat down on the eathy, brown soil to look at your scarred foot. "It's worse than I thought it was," you said to yourself, "I wish I had somethin' to fix it up with." You decided the first and best thing you could do was to put some water on it -- and you took a lot of jugs from home. The water that fell on your foot made the blood trickle. Soon, your foot was covered in a red that appears almost transparent -- blood mixed with water. Then, you took a cloth from you bag and you wiped it all off. You almost thought you' were done, but you realized you should cover it up some how, so it didn't get infected. You used a sock. It was the best you can do.

so many things i'd say if only i were able,
but i just keep quiet,
and count the cars that pass by.

Opinions sucked. You knew it, everyone did. Opinions made up Panem itself. Opinions made up you. Even some facts in this world were based off of opinions. Opinions made your dad abuse you -- he had an opinion, one that involved drinking, that made him abuse you. For some reason, you only liked your opinions, other ones didn't matter. You thought no one's opinions mattered besides yours.
That's an opinion.
You realized you were never better than anyone else... you were sometimes judgmental and convinced you were all show. But you weren't. Of course you had potential... it just never showed. Or you never chose to show it. That day, your major opinion was this: the forest was somewhere that was sometimes boring. But as you walked further, you realized it was all forest. Especially where you were. Of course, you, Brenson, knew that lower districts had more wooded area, but you have no clue of what they specialize in. Although you were curious at the moment, you hoped the environment of trees would vanish.
It never did.

you've got opinions, man,
we're all entitled to 'em,
but i never asked .

The more you walked, the more trees you saw. But, the shade was also adding up, it made you cooler and made you feel refreshed. In District One, you could use an air conditioning and that was it. In the forest, the only time you weren't hot was in the winter or in shade. That day was an especially hot day for you. You always preferred rain over sun, thunder over breeze.
Would it always be like that? Or would the forest change you like it did to others?
More important matters came to hand... your foot. It stung too much. So much. You couldn't feel your whole leg. Realizing you had nothing you could do, you keep walking, limping, hoping that you would soon find a refuge. Hoping that someone will help you. All you could do was hope -- that was always the only thing you could do; hope your dad will stop abusing you, hope you'll see your mom again sometimes.
But for you hoping never worked.
And you didn't expect it to work soon.

so let me thank you for time
& try to not waste any more of mine;
get out of here fast.

You walked and walked and walked.
You walked until you couldn't walk or limp or drag you foot along or whatever you were doing anymore. With a bleeding foot and already sore feet, you could have made it only so far. For you, you managed to walk for tree straight hours. The sun was directly above you now. Although you weren't the smartest person, you knew it was around noon. And as on cue, you saw a sign that reads:

[bg=000000] Violators Will Be Executed. [atrb=border,0,true]

You were only thinking two things:

x [You're nearing a District; you always aw those signs while approaching one.
x [You didn't realize why people trespassing would be kicked out of school -- you thought 'executed' is the same thing as 'expelled'.

That was you for... you.

i hate to break it you babe -
but I'm not drowning,
there's no one here to save .

No one in other districts had any hint of what any district does, there were some rumors. You knew most of them are fake; like the one about District Two creating robots for the President. Most of the people wanted to know though, like you. But, who didn't? It'd be interesting if you found out what each District did - it would have explained a lot. You didn't really care at that moment - you needed help - so you hopped the fence. It wasn't electrical like it should be; none of the fences guarding each District was. The fence wasn't tall, but it still hurt your foot when you climbed it. You needed help.