Worrying and Wondering (Open)

The past few days Jonathan had spent most of his time, like the rest of the country, watching the Hunger Games. Today they were down to the last 4 tributes, and it looked like another would soon be dead. Nash Harvey, one of the District two tributes, was still alive, but from what Jonathan was watching, that would be over soon. Jonathan didn't know how other people felt about her, but Jonathan wanted Nash to win, even though it was unlikely. The relationship between Nash and Topaz, the district one tribute, was something new to the games. Jonathan knew that both of them couldn't survive the games, but he hoped that Nash would be the one to win.

Today, it didn't look like that was going to happen. It seemed as if Nash had given up. With only four people left, the two of them were going to have to fight sooner or later, but Jonathan had hoped that it would at least wait a day or two, or at least until those two were the only ones left. Nash had first said that Topaz should kill her, but then began to fight back. Jonathan couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the fight, but couldn't stand to see his favorite Tribute die. He got up from the TV in his house and walked away. Not wanting to watch anymore. He headed outside, not sure of where he was going to go.

Watching the games always made Jonathan think about his future. The games always seemed like an easy way to get out of working for the rest of his life. Jonathan didn't want to follow in his parents footsteps and become a doctor. To be honest, he had no interest in it and the sight of blood made him want to throw up. Sadly though, he didn't have a choice. He felt like an outcast in his District, the one bad egg who didn't do what he was supposed to. At least if he went in the games, two things would happen, he would either die or become the victor. As the victor he wouldn't have to work, and would be financially set for the rest of his life. It would be perfect. Of course, he would have to survive the terrible experience of the games, and Jonathan didn't know if he could last five minutes in the arena, let alone a week or two. These thoughts were constantly going through his mind, and he wondered what he was going to do with his life.

As he wandered through the town, not sure of where he was headed, he tried to avoid the large screens all over town playing the games. He would like to avoid them right now, at least so he didn't have to know how the fight was going. Jonathan didn't care much for the blood and gore of the games, and would much rather see the relationships that developed between allies during the time they were in the arena. He was glad that the games would be over soon, as he was getting sick of watching them during every free moment he had.

Jonathan thought he heard someone walking behind him. What he wanted more than anything right now was just someone to talk to. Or better yet, someone to do the talking for him. He always felt awkward trying to tell someone how he felt, worried that they would look at him like a freak and do something drastic, like getting him kicked out of the district or something. All he wanted right now was a friend to hang out with. At least that would take his mind off of all the problems he was constantly worrying about, and the current battle that was playing out on all the T.V's in the country.