Prim in the Games

Chapter Fourteen

My arm isn't even coming close to scabbing up. I'm scared that the infection might set in. I need water to wash it off, but I can't even find water to drink.

Is Haymitch even trying to help me? Either he is drunk or he can't find a sponsor for me. No that can't be it, he at least put some effort into helping us before the games began. that should have gotten us sponsors then... What is he doing?

It feels like a lost cause. I've been walking for ages. But if I don't get water soon, I might not survive. It's been almost 3 days since I had water last, I can't imagine going much longer without it.

I wonder where Peeta is. We made some sort of alliance, but we haven't met up yet. Has he killed anyone yet? Is he just trying to find me? I'm so stupid, I'm in plain sight... Anyone could find me right now.

I can't let my guard down. I focus more on my hearing. If I hear footsteps I run, hide in a bush, and fight off whoever it is with the one little knife I've got.

I hear sounds of a ripple. I walk faster, I am at the point where I'm completely sprinting towards a lake. Finally! I don't care about anything but the water at this minute. I jump straight into it and swim around.

I unwrap my gauze and my arm still looks the same as before. It's a good thing I can just wash it off now. All I can do now is hope no more damage is done. In other words that it doesn't get infected.

I take out my pack and I fill up the water bottle I have. Then I just sit and sip some water myself. I'm just so thankful to have water I'm still not paying attention to my surroundings. Bad mistake on my part.

Footsteps come, I hope it's Peeta... Until I hear the laughter. Careers. I grab everything and run as far up the tree as I can. This time if they see me, I'm probably dead.

I see the five of them approaching the water. Marvel has found the blood from my arm on the rocks. "Hey guys," he says, "Someone's been here." He points to the blood.

The careers gather around the blood. Clove leans down and puts her finger on it. "It's fresh," she says, "I think this person might still be here."

"A Possibility," Cato replies. "Check the grounds."

I stay as close to the trunk of my tree. Hopefully these branches around me will cover me up. Please don't let them see me, please.

I hear footsteps coming from the other side of my tree. It's the girl from district 4. She has a limp. She sighs when she sees the water, but panicks when the careers come into view.

She turns around to run, but one of clove's knives sink into her back.