I enjoy the fresh air and look around. The leaves on the trees are starting to fall off, autumn is here. I think about what month it is… October, maybe? The ground is covered by leaves in colours like orange, brown and yellow. Some are still green. I stop when I see a dark red leaf, it catches my attention and I carefully pick it up and study it in my hand. It has a perfect shape, pretty small and pointed. But it's the colour that fascinates me, red as whine or maybe blood, without any brown spot.
"Wow" I say to myself and decide to keep it in my inside pocket on the jack. Something tells me that the district wouldn't aloud as much as a leaf, the rules are so hard. I think it's silly, but everyone has to follow them. Still, I have cheated lots of time, but they haven't found it out. It makes me laugh a bit, it's just really funny!
This is my one hour outside that I get every day. Everyone are aloud to be outside this time, but incredibly enough, almost everyone stays inside. How can they live like that, without ever getting any fresh air? I don't understand them.
The clock is three when I realize that I have to be back now, it has gone more than one hour. Oh, this wont be fun… I think when I run back to the district. As I feared, the guards and Mr. Buckingham are furious.
"Where have you been!?" Vera screams. She's one of the guards, truly annoying, always mad on me for reasons that I don't even know about. She has shining, orange-red hair, full lips and blue eyes. She's tall and I know that most people – particularly men – thinks she's the most lovely woman in the world.
"I'm sorry, I was in the woods and I forgot about the time" I say whitout caring. I just wanna get this over with.
"That's not an excuse!" She's starting to get red in the face and I'm almost worried about her.
"Are you okay…?" I ask, and Seth – who are walking towards us – can't stop the smile on his lips. Vera gives him an angry glance and he immediately gets serious again – you don't wanna get in trouble with Vera.
I spend a lot of time with Seth, and we get to know each other better every day. It's starting to feel like we've known each other for our whole lives. I learn that his favorite color is sea blue, he likes to sketch in his notebook which he so often carries with him, and that he was born on September 7. He doesn't mind telling me all about his background, his family and friends back home. Unlike me, he is very open, but still sometimes a bit mysterious. For each day that passes, it feels like I just love him more and more... I'm beginning to open up to him and love no longer feels that scary. But still quite scary.
Everything is perfect, I think. Almost to perfect to be true – I'm starting to feel that something bad is about to happen soon. And of course, I'm right.
The day comes when everything changes. It's time for the attack from the Capitol.
In the beginning, everything goes exactly as planned, but then ... A small misplacement of the mines, and everything went wrong. None of us were prepared that the regime's soldiers actually would make their way to us, and when they did, district thirteen only had time to save one of us before it was too late.
And when I saw the soldiers from district thirteen run against us, I already knew who they would save. I knew it, because I could feel it somewhere deep inside. Haven't I always been their first choise? They agreed to let me walk for free in the district when I asked for it, they agreed to let Erza come here. They always listened to me, even if I could see that they didn't like it. But they had to, because I had what they wanted. Seth had it too, but not in the same way; He was to kind, I was way more… Willing to kill, to fight.
I screamed to them when I saw that they would pick me;
"No! Don't you dare take me! Don't you dare!" I fought, tried to break free of their grip. Seth just stood there, with fear in his eyes. He knew it too, they wouldn't save him. The regime's soldiers were already there. Before district thirteen's soldiers got me away, I looked at Seth and he looked back on me. I will never forget his expression in that moment; He should have been angry, both on me and the soldiers. But he didn't show any angriness at all, no, he looked happy. He was happy for my sake, still afraid, but not angry. That made me feel so guilty that I can hardly explain it. The last thing I did was to mime "Forgive me" to him, and I know that he understood what I said.