The Hunger Games (Fan-fic)

Chapter 9

Ehh I can't really say this is my best writing so far this chapter was rushed and if you ask me a little over-dramatic. Also the onomatopeoia for the arrow is really funny looking but it was off a website so i'm trustin it. So i'm postin it anyway since I just really want it up here and I can't think of anyway else to word this. Enjoy!

Another drop of sweat falls from my chin and I have the strangest thought that in this heat the trees are bound to burst into flames any minute. The sun is bearing down mercilessly on my skin, making it feel sticky and strangely itchy. Sweat has drenched my clothes and beads down my back in rivers while my throat and mouth cry for the cold water i'm trying to save. It is unbearably, unnaturally, and painfully hot. 

This has to be one of the Capitol's punishments. Heat has got to be the worst, at least you can run from mutts, heat, well it follows you everywhere. At first I was grateful for my tank top and the option to unzip my pants into shorts, but now it makes no difference, i'm still practically baking.

I don't feel motivated to do anything either, I've just been wandering aimlessly in this forest, trying to find my way to a lake, river, or any water that I can cool off in. My brain is clouded over and I can't think straight, I really just want to curl up and wait this out but something tells me to just keep going a little longer. I can't just drink my water either, I only have two water bottles left and if I don't ration it i'm sure to drink it all in less than one minute.

Looking to my left I spy an old maple tree, leaning slightly over with a fresh slash across it's trunk, my slash. Great, i've been walking all morning just to end up going in a giant circle.

I don't even have energy to feel frustrated so I just sit down on the grass and try to fit into a small space of shade from a tall willow. I wonder if this heat is just for me, that the gamemakers are finally taking revenge on me for making them look like fools, for showing them they're not totally in control over us.

Another beam of light hits my leg, heating it up almost instantly. I actually wish they'd throw a mutt or something other than this my way, at least then I'd have a fighting chance.

My thoughts drift to my parents and Abatha, what are they doing right now? Are they watching me? Or is my mother locked away in a room, mute while tears stream down her face. I wonder if she even believes i'll make it out, probably not since out district hasn't had a victor since Faye and even then she only won because the other two tributes killed each other.

What about my dad? Surely he believes I can do this, maybe he's even comforting my mother right now, telling her Wren's strong and smart, she'll make it. Then again, I'm not even sure in myself. I'm smart and quick yes, but what about the careers? They've trained all their lives, they're stronger than me, bigger, and they have the Capitol sponsors on their sides since they come from favorable districts. That, and they hunt together. I have determination, but that won't save me from a pack of bloodthirsty teens carrying an assortment of sharp and deadly weapons.

And Abatha, what does she think? Has she already thought of me dieing in here? Coming home white-faced, flowers wedged in my hands, in a wooden box. Her best friend gone forever, taken away in the course of a month.

What about my baby? I have the hope that I will die but the Capitol will be able to save my child, that they'll let it live and go back to my district where it can be raised by my parents. Of course, they've never been very merciful before. If I die i'll be wasting my baby's life too, all it's dreams, all the happy moments and friends it could make, taken away. What will it even look like? Will it have curly brown hair and blue eyes like me? Or will it inherit it's fathers green eyes and raven-black hair? Will it be nice, funny, smart, friendly, loved? I really hope it will be just like Abatha, brave, adored, caring, and selfless.