Birthday Quell

You killed her!?

*Slice*

I breathe heavily, my arms over my head.

What did I do? What did I just do??

My hands shake and I feel a sticky warm substance oozing down my hands. A trail of red goes down my arm.

*Thump*

The weight on my arms releases but my hands remain, my green eyes wide. I don't dare to turn around, but I have an urge to. I want to see my killer. I slowly drop my hands to my sides, and turn around. Seeing a female with the most familiar face, my heart races. She was lying on the ground, her amber eyes open and dull. Her black hair was sprowled out on the ground. Blood dyed her forhead, and around her eyes, a stab wound right in the center between her nose and eyes.

*Bang*

I look in shock at her, my hand slowly raising. In my hand was one of my knives, blood on the blade. Atalia's blood.

Oh no, marcus. He will kill me for sure!!

I stare down at the now deceased Atalia. Relief was over me because I dont have to worry about her later in the games. Yet fear and regret was weighing on my shoulders because Marcus will show no mercy for me if he finds out a killed Atalia. His girlfriend. He hated my guts already. There is no guessing what he'd do to me once he finds out Atalia is dead. He will go kill happy. Then it hit me.

I killed her.. I killed her. I murdered someone I am a killer!

Tears fall from my eyes, and I back away from Atalia. I know I have to get out of here before Marcus comes. I quickly kneel down and gather all my throwing knives, and glance over my shoulder at her one last time.

I can't believe it. The victim became the killer. I can't believe I just killed someone. It was an accient. I did not mean too..

I just can't help the guilt that was on me. I wasn't a killer, I never wanted to hurt anyone but I did. I just did, and the games just started. I hold three knives in each of my hands, and take a breathe before running through the trees again. I think back to Atalia.

I am a killer. I am a killer!

I shake my head, and tears streak my cheeks. I keep trying to think of the good.

It was an accident. It was self defense. It'll be okay. It doesn't count as murder. I have one less person to worry about now. Atalia is gone, which means no more picking one, no more teasing. Yeah. I'm okay.

But Marcus' face also keeps popping in my head. He was going to kill me. I am to young to die! I wanted to go home. I keep running none stop, a nervous wreck tears now pooling from my eyes. I try to stay quiet, but sobs escape my mouth. I don't want to attract any tributes, but I just can't stop crying. My face gets redder and redder, my eyes get puffier and more teary by the second. The surrounding ahead of me gets blurrier, and I blink my eyes because I couldn't see. As two tears fell joining the others my vision becomes more clear and I do a sharp turn around a tree.

Don't stop running, just keep running. The farther the better and safer.

But I can't run forever. My little legs are tired and I want to stop soon, but my life depends on every instinct right now, and right now my instinct right now was to run and it was probably the best instinct to have right now. As I run, I watch my surrounding for any tributes that may be hearing me and could pounce at any moment like vicious hungry animals hunting their prey. Yet it was prey for victory, prey for fame. Also to save their lives which I understand. I don't want to win. I do because if I win that means I live. But if I win, I don't really get out of it. I have to do interviews and all that stupid crap. I will feel so much guilt being the only survivor out of 48 people. I could never live knowing 47 people died. Young and old. I am wiped from my thoughts, smacking into something hard.
Falling back I let out a tiny yelp, and hold my head. "Ow.." My eyes go cross eyed, a sword between my eyes. Just like how I stabbed Atalia.