I woke up to see Marvel sleeping by my side. It’s nice to see his face as the first thing I see, the first wonderful thing. He’s snoring lightly, I think he guarded the camp and me last night, and he’s got little sleep. I didn’t wake him up just yet.
The Career’s camp is still empty, maybe they’re camping somewhere else. I head towards the lake, skipping and humming, I’m very happy, I don’t even know why, because I’m at the arena and all. I reached the lake, and I filled two bottles with water.
I mostly got my supplies from the Career’s camp, and so my form of a thank you is not killing them in their sleep. Yeah, like I could even kill a bug or something.
I hike back towards my den, and Marvel is awake now. He looks back at the camp, and back at me. He smiles and sits in the chair.
“Great night, huh?” he said
“Yeah, I woke up really nice.”
We feasted on beef strips and berries, and he recognized some. He played with the berries, he tossed one up in the air and catches it in his mouth. I laughed at him when it landed on his nose.
It was early afternoon when the Careers came back, Marvel ran to their camp and pretended to be there all day. They were pretty messed up, maybe they were looking for Katniss. She’s practically the biggest threat among us, because she got an eleven in her training score.
I decided to hike farther from camp, so I concealed my camp with shrubs and bushes, and I stashed my pack with water and food, enough for a day. I leave without a sound and scurried to the woods. I walked only, because I reserve my energy for later.
I keep thinking about Suezette, what could she be thinking about? I hope she’s okay. She’s been strong for me and her, I hope she’s still holding on.
Lost in thoughts, I feel no earth beneath my feet. I’m falling.
It was fast, and in a matter of seconds, I’m ten feet below the ground. The hole is a trap. It’s twice my size and pretty scary, and it’s hopeless for me to come out, without anyone helping me up.
I sit down a sturdy rock, and I notice a gash of blood in my thigh. I examine it, and I wince in pain when I lift it up, it’s clearly some laceration, blood everywhere. The skin is scraped off, leaving flesh being exposed. The scar makes me sick. And I threw up. I spew the remaining puke and start examining the scar. I apply some balm to it, and it becomes cool and the bleeding stops, but still, it hurts. I wrap it up in gauze and pour some water in it and put some balm again.
It’s getting a bit late, the first signs of night is approaching. I cry terribly, because I don’t want to stay in this place, all dirty and dangerous. My water supply is already out, and I’m thirsty as hell. I try to climb it, but it’s too flat to have holes and rocks for climbing. I am quite lucky the trap setter hasn’t arrived. It’s been hours and I am getting the first signs of dehydration.
Then suddenly, a rope descends from the crater of the hole. I instantly grab to it and it hoists me up. I was half-way up when I see my savior. It’s no savior. It’s armed with a dagger.
The boy from District Ten pulls me up. He’s far stronger than he looks like, he’s obviously equipped with a lot of supplies, and he’s stronger and far smarter than I thought. He’s the limping kid who drew attention because of his defect.
“No,” I say, as he threw me up the ground. He’s smirking, but he noticed my startled expression.
“I won’t kill you, just give me your supplies.” He orders. I give the pack, and he rummages through it. “Only this?” he says, dismayed. He kicks me in the stomach, hard.
“Only this?!” he shouts, kicking me repeatedly. The kick, it hurts so bad, the strength this boy has, despite his limp. I am crying now, he is a merciless kid, I wonder why he isn’t one of the Careers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I tell him. He looks unsatisfied, and smirks evilly.
“Then I have to choice but to end you. You’re my first kill.”
What the hell did I do? My instinct tells me to fight, but my mind works better, I roll to my side and he misses me completely, and he swears. I run with all my might, ignoring my stomach ache, and I run till I bump a tree. I collapse. My legs sting with every slight movement and my stomach has multiple bruises. I lay down the foot of the tree, extremely vulnerable.
Things can be funny, one second my guard was down, feeling happy and skipping, humming and hiking, and the next I fell down a pit and was retrieved by someone who wants me dead. It’s really fascinating, how fast we can die, how swift our lives could end, and it’s up to us to either save ourselves or let death do its chore.
I can’t blame the kid from District Ten, even though he almost killed me, he’s just like each of us, just with a different point of view in the games. He has fury in his eyes, but behind that fury is fear. Fear that he will die, fear that he can never come home. I think he’s not the same person when he went in the arena, the Hunger Games changes the kids.
Just then, I am sitting in my own pool of blood. Then I get it.
No, no, no! This can’t be. He’s too young. No. I’m scared. All I could do is cry. My head registers what happened. Of course. The kicks. The unbearable pain. The unconsciousness. The pool of blood. I’m too late.
I’m having a miscarriage.
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Eh. Guys, SORRY. I don't even know what happens in a miscarriage =P
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Through a Fox's Eyes
FanficShe sees things. She understands. She has a burden larger than any tributes, even Katniss'. She's the typical wallflower, who was smart enough to be in the final five. Join her in the games, see the Hunger Games through a fox's eyes.
