To Force the Pain a w a y (Kiah)
Aug 24, 2013 21:22:33 GMT -5
Post by HeartsForeverTogether on Aug 24, 2013 21:22:33 GMT -5
As I sit on the ground I cringe at the thought of this even possibly leaving a scar. Ow this hurts so much I think out loud and look around and see no is there for account of this being so late at night. Since no one is there I let out a little cry, still not letting my guard down completely because I cant be seen like this, Im suppose to be the girl who can anything. So I push through and go to the closest trading center and I get my wood out.... I did not mention that I had my wood on my back before because who thinks about that when your thigh is throbbing like crazy.
As I get out my wood my hours of working sort of paid off. My two wagons I brought were completely full as much as I could stack them and as get all of that on the table my pain keep coming and I try to keep it out in order to get my job done. As much it is hard I get all of my wood out and make piles from the worst wood to the best wood. I only got a little of the really good wood because of the gash on my leg. Even with that stated I went out far enough so most of my wood was at least ok.
Meanwhile my wound is still throbbing like crazy. I still can feel the pain rushing down my leg from the tip of my right foot to the top of my leg. I can almost not stand it now... the pain. Every time I even let out I little cry every one will look at me. I cant even tell them the whole truth without me possibly getting in trouble. I can try to look like its all right when in my mind I know it is even though it doesn't feel like it is.
There isn't that many people in the trading center. There's about five stands open excluding mine and about ten people to trade with, I look around to see who is in there and what they have. There are a couple people that I might of saw before out in the woods but I don't remember talking to them that much. Maybe a quick hello and then move on or something like that. Some of the people at the stands all always here at this time. I don't remember talking to them either so at least these people don't know me so if I cry they wont know who it was. I would just be "that girl" that they would talk about when they get home.
I'm about to cry as loud as I can but I cant. I can't because every one will say that I can't go through everything, I know that I cant but other people don't need to know that. That's at least one thing I'm good at, I smile at this, the fact that I'm so good at hiding my emotions. As I sell my first bundle of the ok wood I get a pack of pretty good sized steaks from district ten considering the fact that I've had nothing to eat today was a pretty good find.
After that the pain got even worse I knew I could handle it for another hour or. After that I seriously would want either some pain killers or some antibiotic either was good but both would be great. The problem was that I only had so much wood left and the only places where medicine is common is either district six or the capitol. And out here in the middle of no where district seven its not. I finally give up and start crying.
As I get out my wood my hours of working sort of paid off. My two wagons I brought were completely full as much as I could stack them and as get all of that on the table my pain keep coming and I try to keep it out in order to get my job done. As much it is hard I get all of my wood out and make piles from the worst wood to the best wood. I only got a little of the really good wood because of the gash on my leg. Even with that stated I went out far enough so most of my wood was at least ok.
Meanwhile my wound is still throbbing like crazy. I still can feel the pain rushing down my leg from the tip of my right foot to the top of my leg. I can almost not stand it now... the pain. Every time I even let out I little cry every one will look at me. I cant even tell them the whole truth without me possibly getting in trouble. I can try to look like its all right when in my mind I know it is even though it doesn't feel like it is.
There isn't that many people in the trading center. There's about five stands open excluding mine and about ten people to trade with, I look around to see who is in there and what they have. There are a couple people that I might of saw before out in the woods but I don't remember talking to them that much. Maybe a quick hello and then move on or something like that. Some of the people at the stands all always here at this time. I don't remember talking to them either so at least these people don't know me so if I cry they wont know who it was. I would just be "that girl" that they would talk about when they get home.
I'm about to cry as loud as I can but I cant. I can't because every one will say that I can't go through everything, I know that I cant but other people don't need to know that. That's at least one thing I'm good at, I smile at this, the fact that I'm so good at hiding my emotions. As I sell my first bundle of the ok wood I get a pack of pretty good sized steaks from district ten considering the fact that I've had nothing to eat today was a pretty good find.
After that the pain got even worse I knew I could handle it for another hour or. After that I seriously would want either some pain killers or some antibiotic either was good but both would be great. The problem was that I only had so much wood left and the only places where medicine is common is either district six or the capitol. And out here in the middle of no where district seven its not. I finally give up and start crying.
