Survivor [closed]

We finally arrive in District 6, and walk up a beautiful little stone path in the middle of the town. I notice just how hot it is here in 6, the sun really flows down onto your skin. I could get tan here, fast. He takes me up a road to a cozy, cute, cottage-like house. I love it.

We walk through the door, and I take in as much as possible. Then the truth occurs to me. We made it. We actually made it, both of us alive, yea, we are both banged up pretty bad, but we are alive and safe. I breathe, for what feels like the first time in three long days.

The house has a medium size living room, a big kitchen, and a room that Jake tells me was his fathers, before he was killed by Peacekeepers. A tear runs down my cheek. We walk upstairs to see the rest of the house. I step into his room, with beautiful colored walls, so beautiful. He tells me that I can change from my bloody/cut up clothes now, and then I notice my suitcases on his bed. Yay.

I remove my clothes, down to my underwear, and walk into the bathroom. I take a quick shower, and feel the world relax and breathe around me. The warm water swims down my body, and finally, it stops and I step out of the shower. I dry my hair, and brush it, pull it up in a ponytail, and walk out of the bathroom.

Jake's eyes go to shocked as I walk up to him, naked. I press my body up to his, and wrap my fingers in his hair as we kiss. This is the most wonderful kiss that we have ever shared between one another, my favorite kiss ever. We stand like this for about ten minutes until I throw him down on the bed, and kiss him even more, but then I decide to go no farther right now, because I want to meet Zachery, Jake's little brother.

I take my hair out of it's ponytail, and braid it down my back. It flows to half way down my back, but stops way before my waist. I pull on my favorite comfort outfit. A pink over-top with sleeves that are tight to my elbows, and matching white, skinny plush jeans, with pink plush slippers."Is this enough, because I can curl my hair and wear a dress to meet your family!", I say to Jake.

Aw. Zach is adorable. He gets so excited when he hears of his big brothers engagement. I smile. I find myself nervous, fumbling with my braid, until Zach says,"So, why can't I tell Mommy about Bella Jake, she seems nice!"

Suddenly, I realize Jake doesn't want me to meet his mother. Why? Am I not good enough, not pretty enough, to intimidating? To free? To. . . . .I don't want to think about it. Ugh. Suddenly I get really mad. I don't know where it comes from, but wow, do I feel a little dissapointed at Jake. I am good enough to meet his mother, right? I look at Jake with a confused face, but turn back to Zach to talk, until my throat coughs up, and I choke.

I sprint down the hall, into Jake's room, and lock the door so he can't get in and try to "comfort me". I throw myself onto the bed, and think of why Jake would hate me this much. Why would he not want his family to like or even meet me. I feel one, then two, then three, then more tears run down my cheeks. Then the twentieth tear. . . . .the fortieth. . .the hundredth. I cry until I almost feel dehydrated. Jake bangs on the door for hours.

Finally, I swing open the door and before he can say anything, my lips are pressing against his, as is my body. I drag him by the shirt and throw him onto the bed, this time going farther. I slam him down and slide on top of him. I kiss with so much hatred, love, and passion that it almost hurts both of us physically.

I strip off his shirt, and run my hands up his chest, then I tear off my pink top. I kiss his chest and then in minutes we are in just our undergarments. I lay with him, still kissing. Suddenly, that depression pops back into my brain, but I quickly shove it away before the depression consumes me, but no, it fights, and comes into my mind. I feel sad at Jake, and then I am talking at him."Jake! Why did Zach say that, why, WHY am I not good enough to meet your Mom, why?", I ask in between kisses.

I don't know what this is. Does he not even love me? That must be it. Of course, I see it now. He just told me he loved me to get some help on the way to D6, so he wouldn't have to go by himself. I begin to cry. But I am not one to believe myself, so I keep kissing the boy that I love, the boy that I hope loves me.

Thank God. The world breathes again, the hole in my stomach fills, the pain in my heart goes away, the hurt that I was sure to come completely dissapears. I kiss him, so forcefully."I love you too. . . .I just thought, that your didn't want you Mom to meet me. . . ., but that plan sounds great, if you will still have me after I just threw that stupid fit.", I say to him, while we kiss.

I pull him closer to me, as our bodies move together, so perfectly, as we become one, as we kiss and hold each other, as we have another memorable night in our relationship. I lay there, two hours later, exhausted, and we both agree that we will tell his mother in the morning. I fall aslrrp on his chest.

My dream is again of my wedding, wait, no, it isn't. I am running. But I am in my wedding dress. My veil flows around me like water so graceful. I pick up the skirt of my wedding dress and prepare to run, but where am I running??? Then a gong rings out, and I know just where I am running. I sprint towards the Cornucopia, sprinting my hardest. I reach the horn just as the District 6 boy, named Zachery does. He tosses a silver knife at me, but it is easy to dodge, because Zach is just around 8. Then a woman, who sorta resembles Jake, maybe his mother, runs at me, swinging an axe. It cuts my wedding dress, as she screams about how I am District 3 trash, just a slut who got knocked up by her son because he is stupid. Wait, knocked up???I look down, and through the wedding dress, I see a big bump in my belly. Then I feel kicking. I watch Zachery die, and his mother kills me.

I fly up, awake, and I wonder why I thought of knocked up in my dream. I am not pregnant am I? Surely not! But what if his family really doesn't like me that much. Well, we will see in the morning.

I tell him, of how I dreamed of the Games of how his brother died and his mother killed me. He reassures me and we go back to kissing. I grip his chest and all I will say is we don't sleep any more that night, we do something else.

I "wake up" about three hours later. It is about 10am. I sigh and stretch my limbs out. I get up, out of the bed, and then I see Zach. I release a squiell and hop back under the covers. What Jake and I did last night involved no clothing-so we slept naked."Bewwa, why are you naked???"Shit! He saw me,"Um, Zach, I lost my clothesies, because a little doggie took them! But I will get some more soon, please don't tell Momma!""I won't Bells", he says to me. He exits the room.

I get out of the bed again, and take another shower. Now I am meeting his mother, because this time it is an woman older than me, not a little boy that I can impress with a lie about a "doggie". I take the shower, and curl my hair on the sides, and pull my bangs up, braid both sides of my bangs, and apply make-up, but not enough to cause suspicion of me being a hooker.

I go through my clothes, trying to find something not to fancy, but not to casual. I end up wearing a brown sweater, un buttoned, with a pink and brown and white flower patterned dress, with brown flip flops. I think I look cute, until I realize that I look stupid. Wearing a sweater in summer. So I change into a purple silk top, with black skinny jeans and purple flip flops, with gold ear-rings, and a golden bracelet. I put on my mothers golden heart necklace, and brush my teeth, for a fourth time."Okay, lets go meet your mother!"

I feel my palms sweating, my neck turning stiff. My heart racing. Please let her like me. Please please please let her like me. I tune in to the world long enough to hear Jake tell me to tell his Mother about myself.

"Well, I uh, my full name is Isabella Ramsay I was raised in District 3, uh, with my Mother, and Father, and Sister, um, until my sister and mother became Peacekeepers, and my father, uh, died. Then I met your son. He saved my life, and we fell in love. We spent days together, before uh, we traveled here, to 6, and he proposed to me when we were in the woods. I love your son, he is an amazing man, I can't wait to be his wife.", I tell her, but I fail to mention that I am the one who had to kill my mother, and father to get here, but my sisters death was all Jake, and man, did he look sexy doin it. Mmmm.

I want so much to stretch out and touch Jake, kiss him, hug him, something tells me his mother does like me, so I do. I get up, and sit on Jake's lap, and we kiss. She smiles.

His mother approves, and we kiss for what must be around 3 minutes, before we go into his room again. He hoolds me in his arms."Should we start planning the wedding, or go somewhere else in District 6?", he asks me. I kiss him."It doesn't matter, as long as I am with you Jake", I say, though honestly, I am still so drained from our adventure, and "sleeping" last night that I wouldn't mind just laying under the covers, cuddling with Jake for the rest of the day.

We decide to do both. We are going to go all around District 6 today, looking for places that are beautiful for our wedding today, but touring at the same time. I dress more fancifully, incase we do decide on a place for the wedding today, and cake sample or something. So I end up in a sky blue dress, with a small petite black bow on the front in a ribbon, with black flats and sky blue ribbon in my hair, which is now parted down the middle, with the ribbon, and curled. Jake stays in his cute green outfit because I tell him that I love it. It looks cute on him. Everything does, especially when he has no clothes on. . . .stay focused Bella! I tell myself numerous times.

Now, I am no bridezilla, and I am not easy to impress, but wow. This place is breathe-taking. A waterfall streaming through the center of high grass, with a bridge leading over the water onto a place where the sunlight flows perfectly between two branches of trees. The entire place is circled in bushes, perfectly symmetrical bushes. I would love to have my wedding here, and I tell Jake that.

I start seeing my wedding here now, the high grass, I don't love, so we will cut the grass, then trim the bushes, paint the bridge with lights, hang beautiful streamers in the trees, lanterns,, have chairs for our guests, hang our angel banner in the area where the two trees let the sun come in perfectly, and the alter next to the trees.

"Oh baby it is perfect! I love it so much!", I tell him, and kiss him while he picks me up and spins me around, this moment could be in a tv movie. We kisss for so long, so intensely, so nice. I love him.