A/N- So I'm officially the worst author ever for not updating in a billion years! I'm so sorry to all the people that are still enjoying this story and wanting more, I have been a bit short on inspiration lately, so it took a lot for me to dig this out! Hope you like it!

Getting up proved to be a lot harder than I thought it would be. The overwhelmingly large gash plaguing my arm made it impossible to push up with that hand and my numb legs could hardly hold my weight. I stupidly tried to lift myself with my right hand without much success. After falling multiple times and getting angrier and angrier, I slowly fell up on my knees, and pushed up from there.

I was almost out of breath from that little burst of work, but I pushed through the heavy breathing as I stomped through the trees, making now attempt to be silent. I crunched the icy snow and twigs under my feet, but no one came running toward me with a weapon, so I didn't try any harder to conceal myself. As soon as I saw tribute coming though, I would just pluck them down with my bow, no regrets. I had been taken from, so they should be too. Even if I was taking their life

I had absolutely no idea in the world where I was actually going, but I was definitely going somewhere. Different places crossed my mind, like the cave, or the clearing where they all died, but I decided against both of them, too many bad memories, and trudged along with my bow dragging down my right arm. I let my body choose my path, not my mind.

I stopped to gaze at my surroundings quickly. I was still deep into a part of the forest I had fled into after my crazed dash from Jet, and trees swallowed me up on all sides. I could hear a small bubbling sprig of water farther away on my left, but I wasn't thirsty so I turned the other way. I was nearing I jagged rock ledge, the snow making it nearly impossible to walk quickly. One wrong move and I could be sent down the side of the cliff, and my act of vengeance would be unfulfilled.

I was as conscience as I could be in placing my shaking feet in the correct spots, and gripping stray tree branches to keep me up. The longer I walked, the steeper the mountain side became, and I noticed when I looked down I got extremely dizzy, and I momentarily thought I would throw up off the cliff. I was higher up on the hill, and I could tell it gradually flattened out for a moment, before dropping down into the thick sea of trees.

Soon I was majorly depending on the tree branches that hazardously stuck out to keep me from plunging to my cold death, and I angrily scolded myself for choosing such an idiotic way. With my brain preoccupied on my stupidity, suddenly I stepped on a sheet of clear thin ice, and the world began an acrobatic show around me.

My head slammed painfully onto a large rock, and my bow twisted around my right arm creating a tight vise. I continued the dramatic death roll as I gained speed down the hill side, and I hoped and prayed as I sporadically flung my good arm and legs out that I could catch myself, but I could feel the drop off nearing, and my hopes began to die.

I flipped around onto my stomach and tried to grind the heels of my boots into the steep rock ledge to slow my pace, and it did, but only slightly. Suddenly I felt my feet enter into open air, and in a last ditch effort, I used both my injured arm and good arm to cling onto an over jetting rock. My nails scrapped into the brown rock, and tinny shards of stone were crammed into the space between skin and nail.

It worked. My arm screamed at me in pure torture, but I was alive. For now, but probably not much longer. I realized quickly that I was hanging off the very edge of the steep drop off, and my feet were dangling helplessly in thin air. It all depended on my broken arm and good arm to lift me back up on the flat plateau.

Rocks had ripped rather large gaping holes in my sweater and thermals, and I noticed I was probably revealing quite a lot to the capitol and districts around Panem. Months ago, that would have been the most embarrassing thing I ever encountered, but my brain swept by it quickly without another thought.

I cursed the situation I was in before vainly trying to lift my light body up with my injured top half. I exerted little force in this act, but I was sure my cut arm was going to rip apart from the rest of my body. I was also sure that would hurt less than it did now anyways.

I finally let an excruciating scream burst from my lips before trying to lift myself up once again, and failing. It was all I could do to just hold on. There was no hope for me to pull my body back over.

Without warning, hot, wet, painful tears began to fall from my eyes. I laughed cold heartedly, realizing I hadn't shed a tear when they all died, but now that I simply couldn't drag myself up from the cliff, the water was flowing freely. I couldn't wipe the cascading tears, and the made my face sticky and wet.

I had no idea what to do, I was completely terrified. Was I really going to survive all I had just to die by my own stupidity? My body racked with horrified sobs, but I quickly stopped when I realized that the shaking only made it harder for me to hold on. My head ached from previously slamming into the large boulder, and my agonized crying only made my brain ache worse.

The blood from my gaping arm began to uncomfortably seep its way towards my neck and body, as it periodically dripped off from my arm onto the snowy trees and ground below. A blood trail began at the top of the mountain when I painfully looked up, and I noticed my gash was filled with small rocks and dirt. That explained the intense stinging. Red soaked the brown and white pebbles and dirt around me with color, and I concluded that if I kept losing my blood like this, I would die in hours.

I usually knew what to do in pressing situations like this. I knew the smartest and safest way to get myself and others out of a problem, but my rattled mind brought me only blank answers. Not one fiber of my body knew what to do next, so I simply screamed from pain, frustration, and sadness. Once again I didn't care who found me, or what they would do to me if they did. I didn't care about anything.

I dangerously let my mind think of other things, just to stop the thoughts of my arm, but the thoughts that first came caused pain just as brutal mentally than my physical pain. Oaken, Lark, screaming, crying, dyeing. Their lifeless bodies were the images burned into my closed eyelids. The picture of their broken bodies made me sick, and bile crept its way up my throat. They would be the reason I couldn't sleep at night if I survived this. They would forever be in ever nightmare I ever had again. I could count on it.

Suddenly I thought of my poor father back in district twelve. He just watched his oldest daughter go crazy, and then kill someone before getting killed herself. He watched his only son die by a bloody sword entering his back. He watched his baby kill a full grown girl and now he was watching her slowly loose herself from pain and craziness. He was now watching her dangle helplessly from a cliff. He was watching the overwhelming amount of blood drip from her arm. He could now see the defeat in her face. Yet she didn't care. She didn't care she was letting her father down. She didn't care what happened next.

I don't know how long I hung from the rock ledge before I realized the only thing I could do was fall. Fall into the unknown and hope I would survive. Wasn't that what Lark always told me to do, to hope? So that's what I did. I let go, and watched the world fly up around me as I hoped I would hit the ground below me somewhat alive, as I watched my vision go black. I watched my life slip from my grasp like I was slipping through the air, but Lark would be proud, because the last conscience thought I had was of hope.

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A/N So it's kind of short, but I hope it made you a little happy. It's just a filler chapter, before I can start my brain on thinking about the plot again! It felt good to right this though. SO maybe I will update just a little quicker! Sorry for any spelling errors! Reviews always help, if you have any ideas or questions, just ask! Every suggestion helps.