Insane these days are sane [RoyalGhost]

    A week. That's how long it had been since the incident. The incident with the peacekeeper and his father and his guitar and his goddamned concussion that Kre thought he was going to die from. He had been kicked the face, after all.

The entire day had been a giant clusterfuck of useless madness and misery that Kre wished to never relive. He hated thinking about his broken guitar, all of his time it took to buy that damn thing, and now it was just gone, destroyed and in pieces in the trash, gone for good. It saddens him to think of it.

And today had been the Reaping. He had dressed up nice, and him and Aria had been. They had been there, and Kre had been ready to volunteer. Before he could, the damned tribute accepted his place. Kre just sighed, hoping for next year. Next year he could leave that god forsaken place, go fight in the Games. And win. Come home to Aria, and leave. Leave his horrible parents behind, and disappear, never see them again.

Of course his father had been angry Kre had done nothing to stop the volunteering process and sent himself to the Games. Kre wished the damned president had called his name, sent him off, and hell, maybe Kre would even perish in the Games and leave the world behind. But he would never say that aloud.

The moment Kre got home, his father was being a complete asshole, and Kre grabbed Aria, and dashed out the house. "Where to, sis? I really don't want to deal with that COMPLETE ASSHOLE-" Kre yelled at the house behind him, hoping his father had heard him, "-Today. Just make sure it isn't the market again, and we should be fine."

OOC: Sorry it took so long to reply- I had Games stuff to attend too.