Broken Wrist, Broken Spirit || Mod

[Jared]

Jane Hart

Jane was sitting in the park, a beautiful morning around her. It was Monday, so people seemed to be at work. The only people around were fellow teenagers. But none of them were paying any attention to her. They were all focused on their own tasks at hand; and she was just sitting there and thinking. Thinking about how different her life would have been if she had born in another District. What if she was born in District Two, or maybe Three. Would she have a different personality? Would she be smarter? Or maybe she would be smaller.

Her height. Oh God her height. She’s just so damn tall. It’s horrible being tall. People always asking what it’s like up there, the stares from the people as she walks along the street. Sometimes she slouches over that way nobody can actually see her true height. The looks she gets, it makes her uncomfortable. But what can she do? She was given the genetics from her mother and father, and she can’t change it now. But whatever, she’s going to have to live with it forever and she might as well get used to the stares wherever she walks.

The seat was becoming increasingly warm as the day went on. She had been sitting there for hours. This morning her mother had left for work and her dad had went to his job too. Jane was left alone in the house and she had to escape. She needed some time away from everything she owned. Her family wasn't the richest, but they were still better off than most of the other Districts. They had sided with the Capitol in the end, therefore she was better off. She didn't have to worry about her financial wealth; she was going to inherit that from her father one day. So her and her kids would be fine later on.

But these new Games that were coming and her children might not be safe anymore. That was, if she could find somebody that would be willing to date her. She wasn't that attractive, in her own opinion that was. And, no less, she was worried for her future children. So much that she might not even attempt to have them. These games: a sport for killing. They weren't desirable and they scared the living crap out of her. Nobody under eighteen, this year, was safe. They were starting those Games and Tributes would be put in. It just made her shiver a bit.

Jane got up from her spot on the bench, moving to the trail that surrounds the large lake in the middle. It was hard to see the lake, being so many trees were around. And it was hard to see the road outside of the trail, for the same exact reason. It was nice to be secluded though. Not many people were out and about in this place. There were a few people in the large grass field to her right, that was what was considered a park no a days. The trail was basically empty, so she would walk that a few times before she decided to go home and make dinner for her parents before she got home.

One foot after the other, walking was as simple as that. But somehow, Jane managed to mess that up too. She felt the rock beneath her feet but didn't give two thoughts about it. And then her ankle rolled and she tripped. Her hands instinctively went in front of her, stopping the fall beneath her. She felt her wrist give way and then roll. Pain went right up to her elbow. All she had to do was stretch it out, right? Wrong. As she moved her wrist outwards, trying to straighten her hand, she felt something crack within and even more pain seeped into her arm. She felt vomit gurgle into her throat. She felt it coming, but she swallowed it down that way if someone came to help her they wouldn't have to smell the scent of her throw up.

She breathed heavily, and without putting pressure on her bad wrist, and stood up. She felt woozy on her feet, her vision blurring as she tried to walk. Another step and the world around her spun. How would she manage to make it to the hospital like this? There was no possible way. The District One Hospital was another mile away. Another step and she continued to walk towards the road beyond the trees. She looked down, a mistake on her part. The floor was covered in roots from the trees. And with her current state of mind, they spun just like the rest of the Earth. She was completely dizzy. Another step and she fell again. She got up faster this time, that way she wouldn’t hurt herself more.

She gripped her wrist, holding it in place the best she could. But the steps were jiggling it and making it move around. It was throbbing and she just wanted to cut it off. But that wouldn't help her, it would make matters worse. She had to keep going, pushing through the pain. There were other people around, other humans who could help her.

”Help me!” she called, her voice cracking and sounding more like a shriek than a call. Nobody was close enough. That park was a few feet away and everyone was on the other side of it, far away from her. She hoped someone could hear her, and that that person wasn't going to harm her. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call for help.

But still, she continued to call for help, ”Help! Help me, please!”

Tears began to stream down her face. What if she could never make it to the Hospital and she was stuck here, left to rot into nothing but bones. Someone would find her remains years from now and she would regret all her life. Tears continued to go down her face. Jane’s breathing became short and she started to not be able to see clearly. Everything was fuzzy. And then there was a person in front of her.

”Help me, please,” she managed to mumble.