Heartache

CHAPTER SEVEN

  Octavia POV

I kept smiling foolishly, as the image of the weird guy back in the woods, kept replaying in my head. I just wished to see him again. His smiles, his grey eyes, his dimples, his perfect lips, just the image of it, makes me giggle foolishly.

Sitting up on my mat, I stretched my hands above my head, as I yawned tiredly, before standing on my feet. Dragging my feet out of my room, I went to knock on my parent's door, but got no response. I didn't need anyone to tell me they must've gone out to do their hard labor as usual.

This is how they've always lived, they are always made to go through hard labors out there, for no reason, they're always punished by the said superiors, they always go out and come back home, all tired, with bruises all over their bodies. Too bad, I can't even go out there to see what is always happening to them.

Turning around, I walked back to my room, and stripped out of my clot