All for Him

Blood

TW: Mentions of a girl's period. 71% of my readers are female, but for the other 29%, a period is when blood comes out of your down there area. It sucks and hurts. To stop blood from getting everywhere you use pads or tampons. There is your daily science lesson.

I've been stealing casually from the careers for the past few days. They suspect someone is, so they keep blaming it on each other. There are only 3 careers left because they keep killing who they think is eating their food. It's hilarious. Sad, but hilarious.

There have been 6 deaths in the past day. Two, have been careers. Besides me, there is only two other non-career tribute left. 

Another issue that has appeared in the past few days is my period. As you might guess, blood spilling out of your lady parts when you only have one outfit and no supplies is less than ideal. Plus, the whole world thinks I'm dead, so I'm going to have to suffer through this, for the foreseeable future.

I've decided that the careers are getting boring as entertainment, and they've killed all the good hunters. So today when they go out to kill I put my Botulinum on their meat strips, making sure to take some without the poison for myself. They get a lot of food from sponsors.

Suddenly I hear a loud gong. Not the sound of someone dying, but an announcement. Caesar's loud voice comes over the speakers. "Attention all tributes! We have an announcement. One of the tributes who was proclaimed dead is actually alive. There are 7 remaining tributes. Let the games continue."

I know the cameras will surely be on me right now, so I roll my eyes and wink. I have to go along with the character Ronnie created. Speaking of the queen herself, I get a parachute from a sponsor. Tampons, underwear, and some new clothes. Of course, the clothes don't cover most of my body, since I have to look sexy. All that being said, they are new and unlike my current outfit, they aren't stiff with blood.

It is getting pretty late and I just heard a cannon go off. The careers will be back any minute, so I have to go. I go towards the lake and strip of my old tribute bodysuit and rinse myself of any blood. I then insert the tampon and am immediately met with relief. I put on the new outfit. A tight and cropped shirt and leggings. Sexy, but also comfy. I then walk up the stream so that no one can track me.

As long as my Botulinum worked, all I have to do is kill one other tribute. But then all hell breaks loose.