The water never receaded. Through out the night I cling to the tree so I wouldn't fall in and die.
I have an infection.
Whoever did this will pay.
I have a fever, and I'm sweating quite a lot. I need to replenish my body of strength. I want to grab some water from my bag, but it's scaring me.
There's been a low growl coming from it ever since the water appeared. I don't know what it is though.
And to add to my troubles the world keeps spinning around me making me dizzy.
I rub my hand over my face.
I want to sleep, but I know if I do I will be killed and that's not happening.
I want to eat, but that growl stops me.
I want to win.
So I will.
My eyes begin to close slowly, and as much as my mind tells me to stay awake I can't.
The tree begins to slowly rock me to sleep, and it quietly sings lullabies from my childhood.
Soon I see a little bird fly down to me. It lands only inches away from my face. It opens its mouth really wide and a teny tiny airplane flys out. The birds explodes.
I watch as the plane flys around my head, and it starts to drop bombs on me, but I swat then away.
The tree sings louder and louder and then all of a sudden the plane is swallowed by a monkey whom pounces on my stomach.
The pressure of the jump makes me spit out a little sail boat.
I watch as the monkey grows smaller and smaller until it fits inside the boat and sails away in the water.
Take me with you.
Then out of no where a parachute hits me in the head. I grab it.
A parachute?
My eye lids grow heavy, but some how I open up the parachute and take out a small kit. I grab the first tube.
The birds are back and they help me take off my bandages. I wipe the sweat from my forehead away.
The birds help me rub the oaitment into my back wound.
I can't do it...
My eyes close.
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I awake to a terrifying feeling. Someone is nearby.
My eyes open and standing above me is a tribute I don't quite recognize.
My heart rate speeds up.
I'm going to die.
She brings a knife down toward my chest as I scramble out of the way.
She lunches at me again my I got the knife out of her hand. She brings her other hand up though, and punches me in the side of the head.
I duck away from the next punch, but I don't dodge a swift kick in the jaw. I fall on my back.
I grab onto the tree branch that I lay on, and kick her legs out from underneath her.
She falls a few branches below me. I get up and hop down to her.
I kick her in her side, and she tumbles down a few more branches and splashes into the water.
I lower myself cautiously down toward her. Her arms got cut up from the fall, and her face is submerged in water.
I place my foot on her back and I put all my weight onto it.
Hey body goes under the water, and she begins to struggle again.
I can tell she's getting weaker.
She stops moving. I reach down carefully, and feel for a pulse.
She's dead.
I climb back up to my back pack and i grab my notebook. Then I climb back down to the tribute's body.
I rub a stick into one of her cuts, and begins to write.
I shall not lose these games, I will conquer all, and I will win.
Iv leave the note sticking to a branch close by to the girls body.
I'm sorry.
I climb once again back up to my backpack once again, and place my notepad back into it.
I sit with my back to the truck of the ancient tree.
I take a deep breath in, and slowly exhale.
Then I finally take in my surroundings.
I'm shirtless.
The bandages I put on are gone, and I feel for my wound.
It's gone.
The parachute.
I grab my backpack and look in. Sure enough there's a small first aid kit int there, and an open tube of medication. A creation of the capitol.
A creation that completely healed my stab wound within hours.
I smile.
I get up, and begin to climb away from the tribute I just killed. The capitol will be here soon to take her body.
The sun beats down through the leaves, and I can hear birds chirping.
And then a realization hit me.
I need a raft.
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The Day I Die
FanfictionAn entry for @Sherlockian hunger game contest 2015. May the odds be ever in my favor.