Chapter Seven: 'Call Me A Coward, I Don't Care'
Vanna's POV
The branches tore at my clothes and scratched my skin. I think I even lost a few hairs,but I didn't care. I needed to get away as fast as I can. Suddenly I was tackled to the ground, my face hit the ground I grazed the side of my left cheek, I hissed in pain. Punches and kicks were thrown, I grabbed my bow and arrow and reached to stab her but Terra was quicker and an arrow hit my shoulder, blood seeped out of my wound. I was breathing heavily, I raised my arm to release the arrow but every move I made hurt my injured shoulder. Terra readied the arrow, pointing it to my chest. I closed my eyes. I thought of my family, my friends, I opened my eyes determined. I wanted to go home and nothing was ever going to stop me. And I mean nothing. Without my bow, I grabbed an arrow and quick as a wink I plunged it deep inside her chest. Blood flowed out, onto my hands. I didn't care. I got up, breathing heavily. Guilt started to eat me out, but to win I had to do this. I whispered a sorry to Terra. I walked away as her eyes died. I thought, "Call me a coward but I don't care."
Terra's POV
Blood was dripping everywhere. My life was falling apart. I thought of my family, then my home, District Twelve and finally my ally, Luke. I hoped he would win for 12. Vanna leaned over me with tears in her shining sapphire eyes. She said to me "I'm sorry." She got up and walked away. I smiled. "I forgive you, Vanna." Parts of my soul started to drift away and I closed my eyes. I waited for what will happen to me next.
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The 125th Annual Hunger Games
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