If someone were to come along with a knife right now and try to kill me, I would be hopeless against them. The red that blinds my vision is too hard to wipe away. The wound is too big to cover up, to heal. I have no allies, they’re dead. My mother offers no protection when she’s a hundred, maybe a thousand, miles away, a TV her only way of seeing me. I hug my arms around my body to contain some of the warmth the afternoon sun gave me. With the little strength I have left, I pull a piece of moss of a tree in a last ditch attempt to stop the warm, sticky blood from coming out of my forehead. As I’m wiping my eye, I hear footsteps, voices. I muster strength and pull myself to the nearest tree where I can somewhat conceal myself from the approaching enemies. I take a sip of water and pull out my knife, ready to fight.
“I can hear someone, I know there is someone there!” The first voice, apparently belonging to a boy, sounds annoyed and tired.
“Well, if there’s someone there, why don’t you have your knife out?” I catch a glimpse of the speaker, realizing that it’s a girl, before I see the knife. And then it hits me, that knife is mine! It’s blue, with a curved handle and a serrated blade. And I can even catch the small sign, composed of an X and a T. Yep, it’s definitely mine.
“Because, I know who’s hiding here. It’s the girl, the one who this knife belongs to. I don’t want her to get aggravated when she see’s it in my hands, you know, because she’ll probably kill us the second with ask her to be allies.”
Allies?! I want to scream at them! Why would I want to be allies with the fools that took my knife? I didn’t realize that while I was saying this, I had my fist high in the air ready to come down with a defining crash. But, I realized to late. The sound was loud and clear and it gave the hunters a second head start because it was only after did I realize the impact of my mistake.
“She’s there! Get her! Kill her!” The sound of running footsteps running to my hiding spot registered in my mind only right before I felt a knife, my knife, dig into my heart. And I wondered why this was happening. Why me? Then, with a laugh, I realized. I’m in the Hunger Games.
Then the world went black.
