"Violet!" I heard my brother scream.
I was running towards a boy. He was injured and lying on the ground, bleeding and only half alive. The only way to get to him was to go under the fence that surrounded our District 6. There was a hole big enough to slide through, but that would mean possibly electrocuting myself. But the boy had to get under somehow, then I saw a limb hanging from tree. I climbed on the limb and I heard a crack. I jumped over just as the limb fell to the ground. I rushed over and saw the boy was barely alive. I saw his eyes open, look me, and then close again. I saw he's chest rise and fall. It did not rise again.
"Violet!" My brother screamed again.
I turned and looked at him. "He's dead."
"How are you going to get back over the fence?"
"Don't you care at all! He's dead!" I shouted. "And I'm not coming back over." I got up and started to walk deeper into the woods.
"Violet wait! Don't go what am I suppose to-" then the electric fence shut off. We must of run out of power again.
"Don't tell Mom anything."
"I won't, cause I'm coming with you."
He slid under the fence and caught up with me. Then he asked, " Why are we doing this."
"Because so many kids die every day in this district. Their whipped, or like that boy, they hunt and injure themselves. I'm not going to die like that, and I'm certainly not going to die in the Hunger Games."
"The reaping is tomorrow, what will they do when we don't show up?"
"I'm not worrying about that. But they'll probably be three missing teens from the reaping tomorrow, if not more."
"Whose the third?" He asked.
"That boy."
~Three Months Later~
"Violet run!"
We were in the woods outside an unknown district. The Capitol had found us and was after us. We were running and then I heard my brother scream and fall to the ground. An arrow in his throat. Then I saw them. A girl and boy, looking out from behind the bushes. I mouthed, 'Help me!' But they just stood there, not moving. Then I felt something in my leg and my vision went blurry. The last thing I remember thinking before darkness overwhelmed me was, 'My brother dead, and I might as well be.' The Capitol had captured me.