Pain[Open]

I layed the flowers on his poorly constructed grave. My brother, Deric Rockwell, lay under the ground before me. My skin, pale as if I were an albino and my eyes showing so much grief it takes all I have not to cry. I've been seeing him too much lately and my teachers say a little girl my age shouldn't be grieving so much. I don't care! They wouldn't ever feel the way I felt when I lost my brother. The day he died he knew he was a goner but I wouldn't let him leave me here. I went and got pa who didn't do much. The night he died he just didn't want to die alone. I sat there with him and sang him to sleep permantly. It was all I could do because a 12 year old shouldn't have to go through so much pain. This is what the capitol does to people.

I was caught up in the moment. My mind wasn't working properly and my past was and still is my weakness. Time to go see mother thinking to myself. Turning around, I saw something no wait! Someone in the distance. Having no weapons or even Dog to crush someone's skull if I needed to. I could hide or fight. Seeing as though I would more likely be un-able to take them I find the nearest tree and climb. It is all I know to do in a panic situation. I climb, higher and higher. The only camoflaudge I had are the trees. I would pounce on them if I needed to. If they came toward me and couldn't climb, I would wait here till they got tired. Yes...That's what I would do.