(Earlier version) Flowerborn Part 1: The Arena

Chapter 25: Knife

It was three days later. I had quit the archery lessons, and joined another class for guns and pistols. This was because I just could not continue with the weapon my mother loved. And everytime I fired an arrow, I could still see their faces; the people I killed.

I was sitting on my bed, reading a medical book with Eddie on my side when the door of our room slammed open. I was the only one in here. I could see a figure standing in the doorway. It was a girl, she was holding a knife.

'You!' She waved her knife at me. Where did she get it? We were not allowed to have weapons outside of class. The girl ran up to me in pure anger. I quickly got up, and held my pillow in front of me for protection. Then I threw it at her and ran past her.

For a second I thought I had escaped. But then she grabbed my sweater from behind and threw me to the ground. So hard that my head bounced back from the floor. I screamed in pain and started crying. The girl put her cold, hard knife to my neck, on top of the scar from a week ago.

'You will pay for this!' Her hands were shaking and she put more pressure on the knife. I could feel a sharp pain and blood dripping from my neck. Then she let go and stood up. I got up too. While holding my hand on my neck I took a good look at her.

The girl that was standing in front of me, was the same girl we left to die on the other side of the bridge.

Guilt took over. 'Why did you stop?'
She swiped my blood off the blade, then looked at me with eyes full of hate.

'Because I am not like you. I don't just start killing people because I want to. Are you that desperate to win?'
'No, I mean, of course I want to.'
'Tsk, you are hopeless. I wanted to tell you that karma will have a say in this.'

I felt the anger coming back. 'I already lost my best friend!'

She walked up to me, holding of the knife. She held it in front of my chest, as if she wanted to stab my heart. 'How about losing your entire team?'
She sighed to stop herself from crying; that was my shot.

I grabbed her by the arm -noticing how skinny she was - and threw her to the ground. Now I was the one with the knife. She struggled to get herself on her feet again. Then she calmly walked away, out of the room, ignoring me.

Just before the walked around the corner she said: 'I won't forgive you, and I will come back.'