Love is weird

The bloodbath

The tears are streaming down my face. I have to go into the arena today. I have never been this nervous. Johanna can see it.

"I love you, Elizabeth." Johanna holds my hands in a tight grip. "If you love me, come back."

"for how long will you wait?" I ask her. 

"Until you are back." she answers. I kiss Johanna soft on her lips, and she smiles at me. I wave and go away.

Tigris comes with me to the bunkers. I have never been able to imagine how sterile they are. The only thing we can find in here, is a table, two chairs and the clothes I'm supposed to wear.

"Purr... They look like.. it looks like the arena will be your paradise." Tigris whisper to me. She has a really gross voice. She sounds like a cat actually.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Your District. 7. remember?" it's not funny to be her tribute, I can't keep up a conversation with her.

"Yes, I know. you mean it will be like our forests?"

"yeah... purr.."

A voice tells us I have to be ready in ten. I put a dark green pair of very comfortable pants.

"Waterresistant.." Tigris mumbles. The boots are black, and fit perfectly to my feet. The t-shirt is another thing. "Doesn't fit." She tries to pull it over my head.

"coming soon." she walks away, and I'm left alone. I look around. Wondering what it will be like in a month. The capitol people going in these bunkers, taking pictures. I find a door, and I can't help it but peak. 

Behind the door I find a board, and a pen. I take the pen, and writes on the boeard.

"WHAT AR-R-RE YOU DOING?" I turn around, and see Tigris standing in the door. A brown t-shirt in her left hand.

"I.. umm.. I was sending a small message to the stupid Capitol" I mumble.. Her eyes goes wide, and she comes at me. Her grip is tight around my arm, and she drags me out. I take a last look at my message, and close the door.

"You all adore me, and I hate you, for taking me away from her." By 'her' she knows I am talking about Johanna.

Tigris puts my t-shirt on.

"get in the tube. I have to go." she says.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"You wrote that, I will get paid, if i don't hide somewhere. Thanks to you." My heart stops beating for a second.

"I'm.. sorry.."

"You weren't supposed to know about that room, it's not your fault." she hurries. I don't blame her. "I was supposed to write which tribute was here, and we can't erease it. Bye, good luck." and with that, she leaves.

The tube starts to move. and in a few seconds I'm out on a field, I think.

"May the odds be ever in your favour. Let the 72nd annyal Hunger Games begin." Mr. Templesmith yells over the arena. The last minute has started. I look around. I catch my District partner, Georg, five tributes to the left. He snares at me. I turn around, trying to figure out where am I? There's a forest ahead of me, that means i need to go into the bloodbath. I can see the axe, waiting for me by the cournacopia.

Behind me there's nothing. By nothing, I mean absolutely nothing. It's more like a black space where nothing is. You can escape there. But I wouldn't try jump, even if my life is in danger.

The gong goes off, and I'm already halfway to the axe. I can't reach it before I'm pulled to the ground. By one of the careers. She is already sitting on me. Her hands around my neck. I breathe calmly, or I try to breathe calmly. Her fingers are pressing. It's hard.

"You are soooo...." is all she can say before my hand is in her mouth. She doesn't seem to like that, so I simply just take my other hand on the back of her head, and turn it around. She screams, but is cut off by death.

"Well that was easy," I say and get up. And run for the axe. I can already see George laying dead next to it. Also I catch two backpacks while I'm running away from the bloodbath. I run for hours.

I sit down, by a tree, checking my two backpacks, where there isn't much but a few bread. And a waterbottle. For the first time in history, there's already water there.

It feels like my neck is cut off. My head ache and I fall down at the ground. There's a sound. Whoever hit me runs away.

"Elizabeth is already dead." Someone says with a obviously annoyed voice. "We better run when we can to catch that guy." And I hear the careers run away.

I wake up to the national anthem playing. Too tired to check who's dead. I know the girl from 8 is here to help me. We agreed to be allies, when - sorry, if - we found each other in the arena.

"Seven dead" she mumbles. I nod and fall asleep again. My sight still blury.