Blood Red Hair
How many times would I have to see that flowing red hair? She came in so often. I didn't know her name, but of course she knew mine. All of them knew mine. I only knew their secrets. Her red hair flowed with the open air. How many times I thought of the blood and gore of my games when I saw her hair. Her blood red hair. How many times I thought of kicking her and her blood red hair out. But, that would have only resulted in a whipping.
Red. I never thought of it as just a color again after my games. No, it was from then on out, blood. They made me do so many things to her. Whatever she wanted, she got. Red, it makes me angry, like a bull. I always got mad. Every time I saw that hair, I could not hold back my anger. But, I took t out in the bed.
I knew the most about her, because she visited so often. I knew all of her secrets. The red still makes me retaliate. Every time.
Her red river of blood for hair. She always asked me what I thought of it. I never answered, but one time I had said, "I HATE YOUR BLOODY RED HAIR! I HATE YOU JUST FOR HAVING IT! I HATE YOU, AND ALL THE OTHER FREAKS I HAVE TO GET IN BED WITH!" I got whipped so hard. That only made me hate red more.
So, if you ask me what I think of red, I will probably scream, and shout. So never ask. Never say, "Finnick! Do you like red?" Never say anything about red. Never say red to me.