Because I am a literal trash bin
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The platform MATT was standing on shot upwards into the arena.
The second count down began and Matt had time to assess his situation.
The arena was grassy, full of flowers, a stream was nearby. Mountains in the distance.
The voice stopped the countdown and people began running in their directions. Matt didn't remember what his champion had told him and was so confused as of which way to go. He decided to run away from the cornucopia.
On his way out of the grassy patch and into the forest behind him something pierced his leg. He let out a scream and tripped. He looked down at his calf. A throwing knife. He looked up to see who threw it at him.
The tribute from district one was smiling sadisticly at Matt.
Matt tried to sand up and continue running. He succeeded and made into the forest. He felt tears on his face.
God damn his parents for making him volunteer.
He continued running until his leg couldn't let him anymore. He fell down into a particularly well hidden spot in the under brush. He looked at the wound. Bloody, swollen, as can be expected from a cut that deep.
Then the adrenaline left him and the real pain hit him. He couldn't help but cry out.
He regretted that immediately.
Something had heard him.
And was now moving towards him.
He took a deep breath and searched anywhere for a weapon. Nothing.
God damn he wished he'd kept the knife.
Stupid idiot asshole-
The thing came into view.
It was another tribute. He was staring down at Matt with a mixture of sadness and determination.
(Seeing ur lov in pain fills you with determination)
Matt froze in place. He couldn't help the now abundant tears on his face.
The other tribute inched forward with a knife in hand.
Matt kept his eye open. He wanted to die seeing the world.
The tribute had guilt evident on his features.
He looked down at Matt's bleeding leg. He looked up at Matt's pained face.
The tribute leaned down.
And hugged Matt.
"I'm sorry. I'll help you."
Matt was stunned. The tribute pulled away and looked at Matt's wound.
He grabbed the back pack he had on and dug through it.
Bandages.
He wrapped the bandages around Matt's leg.
He put the backpack on and Stood up. He helped Matt up.
"Why- why are you doing this?"
"To help."
"I-I- thank you."
"I'm Edd."
"I'm Matt."
THEN THE REST OF IT PLAYS OUT LIKE THIS
EDD MATT, LOVE
KISSU
AUDIENCE GOES WILD
LOTS OF HELP
TORD KILLS EDD
MATT COMMITS SUICIDE
AND JON WINS THE HUNGERGAMES
YOU ARE READING
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