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[font=times new roman][color=black]{specific spot I should jump in...?}

((Everyone's just escaped and we are all crashed in the woods.
You can go along and say you were with the group))

[font=times new roman][color=black]{lol can my girl like, come through the woods like "YOU JERKS FORGOT ME"? xD}

Ronnie crossed her arms, narrowing her hazel eyes.
"What's the catch?" She suddenly asked, "most people don't give a sh*t so why do you? I'm a liability. A hammer, a cancer to everyone around me. You should run away from me..."
Ronnie looked more sad at the end of her statement, she hugged her knees to her chest, curling into a ball,
"Everyone else does...." She muttered under her breath.

((Yes... That would be funny as hell))

"You're going to be really disappointed." Ronnie warned, knowing he just wasn't going to give up. She sighed and closed her eyes, the pain, and the cold finally caught up with her.
She hid her face in her knees and, curled into a ball. Was this a good idea? Getting everyone out, what if some people needed to be in there... Or they would...
Thinking makes things worse. Numbness was better then pain, but pain was better then misery.

Zoey stood quietly near the back of the group. When everyone had made their escape, the girl had simply followed, not exactly sure of what was going on. Then it hit her. They were practicly fugitives now... That was a bad thing. Zoey considered heading back. At least the punishment wouldn't be so bad if she gave herself up, right? She noticed Ronnie, and felt sympathetic towards her, having felt with minor depression her self. Moving to her, she said quietly, "I don't get why anyone would run from you, you seem like a nice person." She smiled weakly. "I heard from somewhere that if haters aren't hating, than your doing something wrong! Or something like that..."

Ronnie looked up and gave the two a small crooked smile, "I guess.."
She sighed, "people don't like what they don't understand... I don't even understand I just... Can't explain."
Ronnie's eyes flooded with tears once again, she thought she was out of tears, but apparently she still had some tears to shed. Her skin was bothering her again, self harm was like an itch, and you can't search it without drawing blood.
She ran her hands into her hair, ten dug her nails into her scalp.
'you're acting like a two year old, veronica! Grow up!' she heard her mother shouting in her mind, 'its embarrassing to have a daughter that mutilates her arms!'
"I can't..." Ronnie whispered and she began to cry, "I can't stop..."

[font=times new roman][color=black]I gritted my teeth as I burst through the tightly knit branches, hands on my hips. "Guys, you suck. Forgetting me like that? I thought we were all in this together." I picked a few loose twigs out of my wild brown hair, and brushed my clothes off. I could feel the sting of a few open wounds from my adventure through the woods, but it didn't bug me as much as everyone forgetting me.

Zoey turned to the newcomer, "Sorry, but if it makes you feel better, I nearly got left behind too!" She said, slightly amused. Turning back to Ronnie, she cooed; "You know, your the only Ronnie like that there will ever be. No one else is like you. And no one else is like me, or Luke. We're all different, and that is not a bad thing!" She looked about anxiously. A search party might show up any minute now and Ronnie being pessimistic probably wouldn't help them in their escape. Turning back, Zoey said, "There will never be a Ronnie like you ever again, so don't wast yourself, cause there won't be another." Yeesh... Cheering people up is hard...

[font=times new roman][color=black]I gritted my teeth once again, and crossed my dirty arms. "Okay, forget me like they always do in the books! Like they forgot James... and Theresa... and Finnick. they always forget!"

"Good... My mind is corrupted." She dug her nails in harder, the stinging distracted her from her darkness.
Ronnie hated this crying in front of people thing, it made her feel weak and venerable.
"Can I help you?" She asked, non sarcastically to the grumpy new comer.
They were all dumped and forgotten. She couldn't fix that, and considering her current stare she wasn't going to be much help.

"Yeah, cause I will. I'm going to buy stilts..." Ronnie stated, wiping away her tears, feeling awkward.
Ronnie wrapped her arms around her legs again, shivering. He was done growing, Ronnie is forever short.
She tried to shove her thoughts away, dull down the dark feeling, being around all these people, having some sort of breakdown, was making her uncomfortable. Gosh what did they think of her now? Spoiled teen? Attention seeker? Emo? Crazy?
She was starting to work herself up again, Ronnie took a deep breath, hiding those thoughts, keeping them from surfacing in expression.

Zoey frowned, unsure of what to do. Why did Ronnie hate herself so much. Zoey didn't didn't love herself, but she couldn't find a reason to hate herself either. "Well, what do you think is so bad about yourself. I certainly think that your a nice person." It was a half lie. Zoey barely knew this person, but she didn't want her to be upset anyway.

Ronnie have them both a smile and giggled, "I'm fine, and yes, they will bow before my stilts."
She pushed herself up without warning and walked away from the group, throwing up once again, it was nothin but stomach acid and bile now. It left a des customs taste in her mouth, the smell made her cring, as always, that's why she does it away from other people.
Her hands were shaking, her balence was off, tired and hungry, she headed back towards the group, and made it half way before just collapsing.
Ronnie ended up just curling up on her side.
"We could've at least picked a warmer night,"she joked despite feeling terrible.