Poetry of thought

The Arena

It was dark.
Then lit with an eerie green light.
I was in a pit.
The pit was about 5 feet deep,with short walls scattered around inside, maybe 3 feet tall. It wouldve been easy to escape, but the people with guns searched for me.

It was a horrible panic. Real bullets flew by whenever i peaked a corner. I remember running into a corner. Looking out to the edge of the stone pit. Seeing bleechers packed to watch.

I focused and I saw them. He trailed the girl to their seats. He had that yellow hoodie. His face was unbelievably vivid. He sat locked eyes and smirked at my situation. The girl was just as vivid. But i never knew her. I was scared.

Not of the gunmen surrounding me, not of the boy who'd done this to me, but scared of what may happen to the girl. I used to be where she was. He could do the same to her, he would do the same to her.

It terrified me