A public whipping for a rebel(open,Ant)

The ivory color in my face started to become tan .You could hear the loud compressed heart beat pounding through my chest as if I had just gone for a run. My vision was black and my hearing was horrible. At least I was alive and somewhat well. It was the least I could hope for since my love, Hunter could comfort me afterward and wait for a reoccuring death in the night. My eyes rolled to the front of my head. My vision was just blurred now and I could see a faint image of what looked like a peacekeeper but all I could remember WAS Hunter. Who was I? Where was I? I did remember the Capitol though and what they called peacekeepers but what exactly was THE CAPITOL? It was a blurred mess in my mind. I couldn't think straight as if some big event had made it's way through my life.

I tried to speak and barely could make out a word "who?" I strained to get it out with my congested sounding voice. I felt so...what's the word? tired! I couldn't hold myself up and the world was spinning. I would just close my eyes again and about go under again. My eyes pop open and I see clear. Blood pours everywhere along with the peacekeeper's hands which are stained in it. I try to look at my hands but I can't lift them. He has a firm grip on me. I want to get up and say Hello to my lover, Hunter. What was his last name though? What is love? The world continued to spin and I started to wonder all these things. I wanted to ask but he was trying to what? Save me? I would finall have the strength to lift my hand and place it on my forehead. It quickly slides down to my neck where I wish I had a knife to get it over with but unfortunalty I didn't. Would this so called Hunter try and help me? I tried to get the peacekeeper off me and stand. I just fall back to the ground and try to remember what had happened before all this "chaos".