This is my last chance to prove I'm not weak and i failed. I don't realize what's happening till I'm being escorted by the guards out of the arena.
"Stop! I need to go back." I say as I start to struggle against the guard's grip on my arms.
"No, you lost you can't go back" one of them growled out gruffly as he pulls me along, down the darkly lit corridor.
"Please! No! I need to get back in, that was my one shot to prove I'm not weak" I sob as I'm dragged along,
"Well, Kid ya blew it, didn't ya?" the other says as he kicks me back into my cell and locks the door.
I stand up and put my hands on the bars and glare at him withy silver and black eyes. I walk back over to the chair in the corner of the room and look in the dusty and smudged mirror at my messy blue and grey hair. I try to fix it by putting it in a messy bun but it doesn't help at all. I look down and realize I'm still wearing the skin tight black body suit that they gave me before I had to go into the arena.
I hear the door bang open as my cellmate is roughly thrown to the floor. I walk over and help them up.
I help them get to their bed and lay them down,
"Hey, you alright?" I ask
"Yeah, I'm good. It got tough out there after you left." they groan
"Yeah, I bet, it was tough even with me out there." I reply
"You should have won, you deserve it more than anyone else out there." they say
"Thanks, it means a lot and there's always next week to try again" I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster after getting brutally beat into the ground for the 16th time this year.
"Not a problem" they say as they close their eyes and fall asleep. I get up and walk over to my bed to rest as I lay down my sore muscles thank me. I lay there thinking for a few minutes before falling into an uneasy sleep.
A/N Hey came up with this at school and wanted to see if people would like it! Feed back is always a good thing so please tell me what I can improve on! 393 words.
