whispers {Hal Day 1}

[d9 kristof parks {ems}]

The woods, it's home, it reminds him of being back in district seven on a winter day, yet it still is completely eerie. The trees, they're tall, and Hal wants nothing more than to hold them, to keep them close, yet his mind is racing. Sometimes bad things happen in the woods, and now that he's exploring, he doesn't know where to go or what to do. Sometimes it's more than just a feeling.

Every hair stands on end, his eyes are water, his entire being begs him to stop going, but Hal perseveres.

Being alone, it's all he ever knows, and he doesn't even have friends back home. It's hard, hard to focus, hard to think. Everywhere he turns, it feels as though someone is watching, and maybe it's his own paranoia. I need to return to my allies.

Why? Why does this have to happen? Why do people have to fight, to kill? Why where they chosen? Everyone is suffering, and now Hal doesn't even know what to do anymore.

I wish I wasn't alone. I wish I was back home. I wish I wasn't going to die.

Death seems scary, it's haunting, but Hal is trying to hold onto the idea that his fate might be sealed. Maybe it'll haunt him. Maybe it'll destroy him. Maybe everything will fall apart and change. Death is scary, and perhaps his family would die, but being free is something that is welcoming.

He takes a breath as he looks around. Everything is terrifying, but knowing he's doing what he has to do to live makes it all feel easier. At least for now. The Cabin is freaky, yet it might offer some warmth. Or maybe, it'll offer him a way home.

Credit to Pogue <3

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