Sweet Revenge... [Cass]

Arya was really tired, her whole body ached and with each step she took closer to the lumber field she felt even tireder. Her eyes seemed to droop closed, and for just a moment she would look like she was sleep walking, before er foot would collide with the ground jolting her once more to reality. Her brown hair stood tussled and ragged on her head. She hadn’t brushed it for days. Hell, she hadn’t cleaned or looked after herself for days. She stares dreamily at the ground in front of her. She didn’t really know where she was, but he knew the lumber field was somewhere in front of her, after all she could her the soothing thud of an axe slicing into the thick trunk of a tree.

The sound soothed her as it reminded her so much of her home and family. A ghost of a grin crossed her face as she remembered all the times that her and Latisha would come down to the woods to play. They would look for hours for an animal or would just lie on the ground watching the clouds. A pang of sadness tore through her. She missed Latisha so much. She needed to talk to her. But she was dead; Arya could do nothing about it. She felt the tears begin to make there appearance, but with a growl of frustrated she wiped them angrily away from her face. She didn’t need this. She had been moping around the house for days doing nothing, but upsetting her father and worrying her two younger sisters. They didn’t need to see her misery and they didn’t want her taking it out on them.

Her fathers disappointed face crosses her mind, gui9lt tears at her stomach. She had been nothing, but a dead weight to her family lately. Someone her father couldn’t afford to feed. Today he had trapped her in her room, she had been in the midst of trying out cutting her wrists. She wanted to feel the pain., She wanted a respite from everything that was happening. She wanted Latisha. Her dad had tore the knife from her hand. He had angrily pointed out to Arya, that he was sick and tired of her doing nothing. She was being lazy and he felt no sympathy for what she was going through. He was sorry that her friend was dead, but she had a family to feed and care for. He had forced her to go to work.

Thinking back on it she knew he was right. She wasn’t a girl to be depressed. Arya was normally a bright person always the life of a party. Her other friends had all but left her after they realised just how depressed and uncaring she had become. Real friends they are, she thought bitterly. The ground under foot changes from a soft delicate grass, to the more hard yet soft feeling of pine underfoot. Her feet moved smoothly and quietly over the ground. Arya finally looked up. The forest around her was young and green. It was one of the few areas of district seven that was to be left and not axed away. She liked this spot. It was so natural, peaceful and beautiful. The forest was bright and sunny, rays of sunlight flittered into the canopy of trees throwing long dappled patterns onto the ground.

Her eyes narrowed as she stared into the branches of the trees, she tried spotting the blue sky, but she found nothing, but more leafs and branches. Smack! Arya’s head snaps forward colliding with the trunk of a tall tree. Her nose smashes into the trunk. A dull crack rings in her ears as pain surges through her face. With a cry of shock Arya falls backwards. Blood gushes from her nose and she scrambles to her feet, stemming the flow of blood. Her eyes watered and a sharp jab of pain continuously ran through her body. She whimpered in pain. “Oh my god, oh my god.” She breathed through the blood that ran into her mouth. She spat it out spraying it everywhere. This caused her to cry out in pain as another sharp jab raced through her.