Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Ping. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. Ping-ping-ping. Click, Beep. Ping-beep-click. BEEP. BEEP-BEEP. Click. Tick. Tick. Tick. Beep. PING.
My eyes snap open and close again. A bright light is shining above the bed that I'm in and my eyes can't adjust. And again. I force them open, blink a few times and sit up.
I'm in a sterile white hospital room, my arm has a pair of tubes stuck into it, which are hooked up to what looks like a heart monitor. Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here? What's the date? All I can remember is... a shady memory from some time a while ago. I was... being chased? Someone jumped on me? Stabbed me... in the head? Many times? And I stabbed them back? In the leg? And I died?
So I... was chased, got caught, got stabbed, stabbed back and died. Makes no sense, because I feel very much alive. When did that happen? July? And now it feels like January, or at least that's what the calendar on the wall says. So who am I? How old am I? Where am I?
A little plastic bracelet that sits on my wrist holds all the answers.
Name: Iris Sheaf.
Age: ~14~ 15.
District 9.
And everything comes flooding back.
My name is Iris Sheaf and I am fifteen years old. When I was fourteen, my best friend Jonen Stanford was reaped for the 36th Hunger Games. I volunteered in her place. My twelve year old brother Robin was chosen too. I left my sister Clementine at home while Robin and I fought to the death against everyone else. Robin died. The finale was me against the boy from District 1, Rift, and the girl from District 4, Kamalyn. I killed him. She killed me, I stabbed her almost fatally. That was back in July last year. It's now January, and for some reason I am alive.
Ayup guys! It's great to be in the flow of writing again, especially writing a story that has literally become my life. I'll try and upload once a day again, but it'll probably turn out to be once a week or something, I'm not feeling great at the moment. Thanks for reading!
-Katherine
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Grain & Blood | A Hunger Games collection
FanfictionDISCLAIMER!! THE HUNGER GAMES IS NOT MY IDEA!! CREDIT TO SUZANNE COLLINS!! (Mild Language) Iris Sheaf from District 9 is 14 years old. She hopes for another uneventful reaping day, but luck isn't on her side. When the name of someone close to her ge...
