At the gates of the District

Not noticing her stiffening Jared continued to keep his arm around her waist. He was hip to hip with her if not closer as he looked at her designs. When she showed him the black satin dress he replied by saying, "That looks great! I'm sure all of the girls in 12 would be happy to wear that." He thought about the past outfits they had worn. Most had been either coal miner outfits or just their birthday suit.

Jared admired the handywork of the dress and how it seemed to be modeled by Scarlet's mother. She was a great artist. She even got the wrinkles on the dress! Jared smiled and said to her calmly, "You really should be a stylist," he didn't necessarily mean a Hunger Games stylist just one in general.

Jared noticed her ignoring his suggestion but he didn't mind. He was starting to put two and two together. Now he knew for sure that someone in her family or among her friends had died in the hunger games. "OK, hurry back," he said quickly as she went to find her dress. "Now's my chance," Jared thought. He didn't want to be mean he just had to know what happened.

He looked through many drawers in her room finding notebooks, pens, half-eaten pieces of bread, old photos, and A-HA! A note from someone! It looked like a good-bye note. "Perfect." Jared thought, excited. He read the note to himself quietly hoping he had enough time.

Dear Scarlet,

I write this letter to you know as I leave to go to the Hunger Games. I figured saying good bye to you in person would be much to hard for both of us so I figured I would just write it down. We both know I will almost surely die in the annual Hunger Games but my love will always live on with you. I just wanted you to know that during the reaping I wasn't thinking about the names being drawn, I was thinking about you and what I was going to do. I decided then and there that I was going to propose to you after all these years. I am sorry I never got to and I am sorry that I loved you.

Sincerely,
*******

The last part was unreadable. He hid the note back just as she was walking in.

Jared couldn't help wondering. Who wrote that note? Did she ever see them again? Had she seen him looking at the note? Would she kill him? What would happen? Jared fiddled with the knife he had stashed up his sleeve so that if he extended his hand quick enough it would fly out. It was for self defense so he waited to see if she really would kill him.

Jared could tell she was suspicous but he couldn't tell whether or not she knew what he had done. He twiddled his thumbs nervously. She didn't do a great job at selling that she was fine. He knew she had seen something or noticed something out of place. Jared thought about telling her even though he knew that wouldn't matter. She must know what he had found.

Jared forced a smile when she said she brought the dress and he was surprised to see her throw it at him. He gasped as he clinged onto the dress as it soared through the air. He held it with care but before he could compliment it he told her the truth. "I'm sorry I read something that wasn't mine! It was yours it was a note from some guy! I was just ... I wanted to know ... Oh just kick me out now." He waited for her to push him out her room or stab him or something.

Jared was saddened by having to tell her the truth. Now nothing would ever develop from their friendship. Now, he thought, they might even be enemies. He thought about drawing his knife in a way of self defense but thought better of it. His vison blurred slightly, feeling like he was drowning in a pool of water. No tears escaped his eyes. Not yet anyway. He restrained himself from showing emotion other than the obvious change of color in his eyes because of the salt water clouding them.

Jared didn't say anything to argue with her about him leaving. He didn't even nod or show any sign of recognition other than him leaing the room. He walked past her mother who said no words, just stared as he left the room. He closed the door behind him as he left the dwelling and as he walked along the dirt road. Now he allowed the tears to release themselves and slowly drip down his face.

Jared continued to walk without saying a word. The only sign of his state of emotion were the tears slowly going down his cheeks. He didn't attempt to wipe them away, he didn't have the pride to do so. Not anymore. When he reached the electric fence he looked even more hopeless. He placed his hand on the electric fence and immediatly felt his eyes giving way. He no longer saw anythig but black. He simply fell to the ground, barely breathing, unconcious.

Jared lay in what seemed like an endless sleep. He could hear nothing, see nothing, and do nothing. All he saw was the face of Scarlet when he told her he had read the note. He wanted to kill himself. Just pull out the knife in his sleeve and jab it into his chest. Jared was angry at himself for what he had done. He felt something gooey on the inside of his mouth and it seemed dry. Later he realized it was his tongue bleeding after he had bit it when he went unconcious.

Jared woke with a start, now noticing the knife at his throat. He thought about pulling out his own before realizing it was Scarlet. When she said if he talked she would kill him he allowed her to see his tears as he stuttered, "Kill me now then," he held his hands outstretched as if to show that he woudl allow her to. He looked into the night sky praying it would crush him. He just wished he would die then and there.

((DONT REALLY KILL HIM LOL))

Jared nodded before running into the forest not making a sound.

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