The Wilds

Lamina pov 2

I never thought I would have to experience this again. But of course, the memory never goes away.
But sometimes those memories replay as dreams.

I looked around, gunshots and explosions were heard from everywhere.
I couldn't breathe.
Jessup was pulling me, screaming things at me I couldn't register. We had made it to the exit of the arena.
"Where's Treech?" I tried to ask Jessup but he was too scared to respond. I couldn't leave without him. Gunshots flew past me and killed Jessup. I wheezed from the dirt and dust I inhaled.
"LAMINA!" Someone who sounded like Treech yelled my name. It had to be him.
I turned around, trying to see through the dusty air.
Someone crashed into me.
"You need to go!" It was him.
"I'm not leaving you!" No no no. This wasn't happening. I can't just leave him to die if the place caves in.
I looked around the arena, the ceiling was breaking.
"Look at me, please." His hands were on my jaw, forcing my face to look at him. His eyes were squinted to keep the dust out.
"I love you Lamina. I need you to stay safe, for me. Do it for me."
"Treech, stop this! Your going to be fine, we're going to make it out."
He shook his head and kissed my forehead.
"Go!" He pushed me down just as bullets shot into his back. I felt a sharp pain in my chest when I hit the ground. I rolled over, groaning in pain. I looked over at Treech's limp body, blood staining his shirt.
"NO!" I screamed, tears drenching my face. Those fucking peacekeepers!
I felt somebody grab me by my arms and pull me away from him.
"You can't leave him! Please!" I begged but nothing seemed to work. I turned my head and saw the person was Brandy, the district 10 girl.
"P...please..." I tried to speak but the dust in my lungs made it difficult. He's not dead. He's not dead. I kept repeating the same thing in my head but it didn't seem to help. I can't keep telling myself this. He's dead and I will never be able to see him. Never see his smile, his proud face, how his eyes lit up when he figured something else.
He was brave and never scared to face any danger. That's what I loved about him.
But now I wish he was scared. He might have been alive if he was.
After that, everything was red.
Red.
The color of blood.

Brandy had saved my life that day. I was in so much shock that I didn't even realize that was her.

That day still haunts me, not just in my dreams but in the back of my mind as well.
I do remember that the look on Treech's face wasn't one of fear, but of courage. He knew he was going to die.
But I didn't.