Chapter 3

The next week flew by, pretty boring really until my hour with Madge. The next week followed the same, and the next. It was halfway through my sixth week, I was in the café, eating the slop they called food, even squirrel was better than this stuff. Julia came over and sat next to me, "Rubbish food, right?" Nodding, I kept eating. "Well, why I came over, they're talking about letting you out, you know, to wherever you want to live."
"They're letting me out? When?"
"Next week, but, don't say anything to Madge, she, uhhhh, she was in a much worse state than you, they can't let her out."

"You're going to bring me in every week?"
"Gale, there aren't the resources, we can't ship you in from anywhere."
"Then I can hang around? Where's Katniss going to go?"
"You know what's happened, she might not live out the week, Gale, even if she does, she'll end up back in Twelve, we can't get you from there."

"So, I have to choose, Katniss or Madge, well damn." My spoon hits the slop and I push my tray away and lean back in my chair.

"I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you're gonna need time."

I get up and look at her, before saying with venom in my voice "Thanks-" my voice softens as I see the concern in her eyes "Thanks for letting me know." and I stalk off.

I stalk my way to the main doors, throw a quick "I need some air" at the nurse sitting next to them and barge through, out into the bright Capitol noon. Not even fazed by the light, I walk down some streets until I find a house that doesn't look like anyone lives in, letting out a grunt; I ram the door with my shoulder and knock it down. Picking up the first thing inside the door, a spindly side table, I smash it into the wall, making it splinter into a thousand fragments. Letting out a roar I sink my fist into the weak wall, breaking through it before kicking it, spinning round, grabbing a pot and throwing it into a different wall. I pick up the table the pot was on, my muscles straining, not used to the effort, and smash it into the wall, breaking a massive hole in it. Dropping the table, I sink down against the door frame, the tears filling my eyes as I start to sob quietly.