Well hello everyone! I'm finally back with an ACTUAL chapter! (: I was so pleasantly surprised when I returned and found that you guys didn't ditch me (: Thank you so much and again, sorry for guilting you into reviewing! Phew, I missed you guys! As promised I wrote a few chapters for this story, I wrote them as you know in the midst of my European cruise experience so I apologize if they are sucky! Also, anyone who read my other SYOT Hope in the Darkness, I wrote a quick POV for Ruby so check that out (: Like I told you, I brought my notebook with me and was jotting away in my spare time on the cruise and I managed to fall asleep with the notebook on my chest. Needless to say I'm now sporting a rather attractive notebook tanline…dear god please don't let anyone at school ask how this happened… and one other thing, all of you wanted to know what happened to good old Bill the chicken and what he did with his chicken wings. Well my lovelies, he did what most normal people do with chicken wings, he bathed in them.

I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the previous ones but I was REALLY trying to give these characters a different voice…

P.S: so Peetafan1313 you won the leave a review contest thing and your tribute's POV will be up soon as part 2 (but I always do girls first so yeah)

And yeah REVIEW AND I'LL LOVE YOU EXTRA.

*WARNING* this chapter contains several swear words and a few mature themes. Please fasten your seat belts and remain seated until the captain turns off the fasten seatbelt sign.

Terra Johansenn

"He said you were immature."

"Okay."

"He said you were annoying."

"Okay."

"He said he didn't love you."

"Okay."

But not really.

I suppose this is one of those times where I should start at the beginning.

I think it all really started with my dad. The very second I burst out of the womb kicking and screaming like the fighter I am he's been trying tether me, control me, suppress me. It seemed like I was always doing something wrong. "Terra," he would say, "don't leave your stuffed animals in my office. Terra don't bite your sippy cup. Terra don't speak unless spoken to. Terra don't.

His overly controlling personality butted heads with my wild side on an hourly basis and our relationship was always a struggle. There was a time when waking up in the morning meant a new restraint. Finally, a few days before my 12th birthday my father came to the conclusion that if words couldn't stop me, maybe physical abuse would. The first time he hit me, it came as a surprise to me. It really shouldn't have but I guess I always thought that no matter how much my dad hated me, he would never lay a finger on me. I guess I was wrong. So when I turned twelve, in the wake of my first time being abused, I got my first tattoos. On my right arm in intricate lettering is 'BIG' and on the opposite arm is 'BOOM'. Just like everything else I do, the ink didn't exactly go over well with my father. He began to hit me harder and more often, spitting stinging words of hate at me through it all. Even my mom who has always been the more relaxed of the two of my parents couldn't manage to calm him.

Then there's my siblings. When I say the word sibling the person who first comes to mind is my brother Nimbus who I detest with every fiber of my being. He's always gotten all of my parent's attention and is widely known as the favorite for no reason. He's a useless human being really. Its so frustrating that my parents favor him, he honestly doesn't have a single interesting quality about him! I suppose he's good at breathing but that's a bit like saying here's an orange. Its good at being round and shit.

Anways, then there's my brother Aquos who if given his way would haven me thrown into mental hospital. I think he might be genuinely concerned about me way deep down, buried under the several layers of stupid troll.

Finally is my sister Pyra. She unlike my obnoxious older brothers seems to get me better. She's a wild card like me, not to mention the victor of the 82nd Hunger Games. She really encourages me and seems to think I'm right. In fact, there's really only been one instance where she disagreed with me…

I started dating my boyfriend Glaive about a year and half ago, without my parent's permission of course. His dark hair and enchanting green eyes give off a cool and relaxed aura but the person underneath is anything but. He seems like the perfect guy in public, opening doors, pulling out chairs, dishing out compliments. But behind closed doors the real Glaive comes out. He hits and screams at me much like the father I'm trying to avoid. The only difference is that afterwards, I get the I'm sorry, I love you, don't leave me from Glaive. Even though its hard sometimes, I believe that everyone has their imperfections and Glaive is amazing in every other way so I can overlook the blemish on his personality.

Now, remember my brother Aquos? Yeah well right before my 13th birthday ( people in my family just derive this inexplicable amount of joy from causing drama around my birthday) he decided it would be a great idea to stage an intervention. He got the whole flipping family involved and went all, you're not just hurting yourself on me. That was it. I was done. I was so freaking tired of everyone in my family trying to control my every move, so I did what I thought was the biggest rebellion ever. I pretended that I lost my virginity to Glaive on my 13th birthday. Notice I said pretended to, in reality nothing happened, unless watching The amazing race on opposite ends of the sofa now counts as a sexual act.

That was the breaking point. My mom and even my sister Pyra distanced themselves from me and avoided me. Unfortunately my announcement did not have the desired effect on my father and brothers. My father tore through our pristine home in the victor's village in a rage, smashing vases, ripping books, and destroying everything insight. Ever since then, I try to avoid staying at my house and being with my father, avoid being hurt.

For a while everthing seemed normal, my father hit me, Glaive hit me, and I acted like nothing happened. But then this morning happened.

The metallic telephone shakes in my hands as I listen to my friend Amber list off all the things Glaive said about me. Apparently he'd said some pretty awful things about me to his friends, including Amber's boyfriend. I can tell its upsetting to her just telling me all the things he's said just by listening to the shakes in her voice. Every time I think the list of insults will end, it just continues on.

"He said you were usless."

"Okay."

"He said you were a bad girlfriend."

"Okay."

"He sai-"

"Hey Amber, I really truly appreciate you telling me everything, but I think I've heard enough. I've got to get ready for the reaping. See you later." I don't wait for a reply and quickly place the cool phone back into the charging station next to my bed.

Shaking slightly, I bring my legs up to my chest and rest a cheek on my right knee and gaze at my pillow. I didn't see this coming. I can handle the abuse, I'm physically strong and not easily frightened, but this is hard to swallow. A year and a half. Did any of it even mean anything? I think back to our late night talks and walks in the middle of the night. No, I decide, it was all a lie. My fingers tremble as I place my hands onto the mattress for support. The shock is starting to wear off and be replaced by anger, unstoppable fury.

Fine Glaive, if that's way you want to play. I forcefully push myself up and out of the crisp white sheets of my bed and march towards my closet with a renewed sense of determination. I roughly tear a white button up shirt off its wooden hangar and toss it on my bed. In addition I grab pair of medium length shorts before returning to my shirt. I grip the shoulder with one hand and use the other to tear the sleeves and the bottom hem off. I angrily tug the shredded shirt and shorts on and inspect myself in the mirror. With my new additions to the shirt, you can clearly see my tattoos and my belly button piercing. Perfect. Before leaving my bedroom I grab a pair of unworn high heels thinking to myself that it's the perfect time to break them in. My stilettos click against the white marble floors satisfyingly as I strut towards the kitchen so my father can get a good glimpse of my outfit before I leave. My entire family is already gathered around our diamond encrusted table and sitting down to breakfast. When the sound of my sounds suddenly reverberate noisily around the airy room, all heads turn in my direction. I hear a few gasps and see several uncomfortable looks from my family members. My gaze focuses on my father who looks enraged as always. He abruptly stands up from the table, sending his chair flying backwards. I cross my arms defensively over my chest as he storms towards me.

"Terra." He barks angrily at me

"Dad." I snap back equally mad.

"What the hell do you think you're wearing." He says with his jaw jutting out in fury.

"My reaping outfit." I spit sharply at him.

"Before I can even flinch, his hand wraps around my forearm tightly and he yanks me closer to his face."

"Change." He snarls at me through clenched teeth. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I do something I've never done before. With the element of surprise on my side I forcefully yank my arm from my father's grasp.

"No." With this I spin on my heels and walk quickly towards our platinum front door, slamming it behind me on my way out.

I don't know what to feel right now, grateful, excited, empowered? That's strange because all I feel is rage. The meticulously kept center square of district two is already filling with thousands of excitedly chattering people, but I'm only looking for one person. He stands out in a ground, shoulder's back, head held high, hair black as night. I forcefully elbow my way through the crowd waiting to check in and race towards him. When he turns in my direction his disarming smile vanishes quickly at the sight of my rage. Before he, or any of the friends he's constantly surrounded by can stop me, I slap him hard across the face.

A collective gasp escapes the lips of the people surrounding us as my now ex-boyfriend raises a hand to the red mark surfacing on his face.

"Terra what the hell do you think you're doing?" I can tell that he's on the verge of breaking into a shout but I also know he wouldn't dare draw attention to himself like that. I lean towards him so only he can hear what I'm about to say.

"I'm just returning the favor." I hiss in a low voice. His green eyes cloud over and become dark and enraged. Before he can decide that hitting me in public is worth the consequences, I back up slowly so I'm about 6 feet away from him and say one last thing before turning my back on him forever. "I'm freaking done." With that I spin around and slip into the crowd feeling so exhilarated I could scream. I'm so excited that I'm not paying attention to where I'm going. Because of this, I smack straight into Carter Burk, one of Glaive's best friends. His raised eyebrow and cocky smirk tell me that he overheard everything that went down between Glaive and I. I take a couple steps backwards before I can fully assess the situation. His light blue button up shirt is wrinkled, incorrectly buttoned, and half tucked into his dark wash jeans in the back. To complete the outfit his stupid girlfriend Becca hangs off his arm like an overused jacket. Both of their blonde hair is completely unbrushed and tangled, not to mention they both smell like Channel No5. I roll my eyes at his sly smile and attempt push past the two. Before I can pass, Carter catches me around the waist with a lazy arm which I quickly shove away.

"Screw off Burk." I say, my eyes narrowing to which he just laughs.

"You know you're cute when you're mad Johanssen." He says which merits an irritated smack from Becca. Not to be overlooked, Becca pipes up and begins to complain.

"Carter," she whines, "I'm cold!" Before Carter can reply I quickly shoot a comeback.

"Well you know maybe if you're entire ass wasn't hanging out of your dress…" I can see the hint of a smile in Carter's eyes as I slip past them and to the check in desk.

I extend a flexed index finger and try not to cringe at the prick. As I'm walking away I hear Carter call to me over the roaring crowd.

"By the way, Happy Birthday Terror!" He says using my common nickname. Today, reaping day is my fourteenth birthday. I proudly walk towards the 14's section when something occurs to me. I've literally done everything I can think of to rebel against my parents and my boyfriend, save one thing…

My thoughts are interrupted as our escort, Piccante saunters onto the stage with his usual confidence. As he speaks I can't focus because I'm too busy looking at his god-awful forest green hair. I shift my weight uncomfortably as I stand anxiously through the video from the capitol that we see every year. I stare at the ground through most of it which is tiled in some sort of tan natural stone. I look back up when Piccante finally starts towards the girl's reaping bowl. My hand inches up my body so I can be ready to dart out the second-

"Misty Turg!"

"I VOLUNTEER!" I scream as loudly as I possibly can. Everyone in the 14's section turns to look at me. Normally people wait until they're at least 16, which was what I was planning to do until Glaive screwed things up. Before the surely angry 18 year olds can freak out, I dash towards the crystal stage and up the gold coated steps.

I peer around while Piccante gives a quick speech about my bravery and make direct eye contact with Glaive in the 16's section. For the first time, he looks scared.

Good. I think to myself. And he's not the only one who should be.