No Regrets (a Hunger Games Fan Fiction)

25. Help

WARNING: This chapter's a little graphic. It's not too bad, but I thought I should warn you. 

I am alone in the forest. It's dark out, yet not completely dark. Sun shines weakly in spots on the ground. It must be dawn.

I draw a knife from my belt and look around. It's completely silent except for the chirping of birds every once and a while (or are they Mockingjays?). I walk around in a small circle, looking for the danger. I feel on edge.

Then, something hits me. Something literally hits me, knocking me to the damp earth. The object hit me and knocked me to the ground in the amount of time it took me to blink.

I rip my eyes open, looking for the object. It doesn't take me long to notice the girl lying on top of me, holding a knife. I scream, trying to push her off of me, but she's surprisingly strong. Her dark red hair falls into my face as she leans over me, and I notice the ends are still tinted dark red with blood. "Payback time." She whispers in her quiet voice, her cold breath washing over my face. It smells like blood, and I gag. She laughs at me, and then brings her knife so that it's in the right corner of my right eye. "You have pretty eyes." She remarks, "They're like storm clouds."

"Get off me." I hiss at her, trying to push her off my chest. But she's straddling me, her knees on my hands.

"I bet you love the color of your eyes." She states, "Don't you?"

I give her a cold look. "Get. Off. Of. Me."

"I think you're going to miss your pretty eyes." She says, and the knife slips.

I scream in agony, my back arching up as red fills my vision. Tears fill my eyes, and it mixes with the blood in my left one. I try to pull my hands out from under her knees, but she's too strong. She laughs at my effort and my screams. "STOP!" I scream as the blood starts running down my face.

Her smile widens. "Aw. But I was just starting to have fun. And the knife didn't even go in that far. Wimp."

She's taunting me, and my anger level rises. "You little bitch!" I scream at her, and her smile fades.

"You're going to regret that." She whispers, and then knife slips  again.

I let one long scream escape me, and then I close my mouth tightly. "I don't think that hurt very much from your reaction." She whispers, leaning back, "I think I know something that'll hurt more." She grabs my right wrist from under her knee, and I fight. "Stop or I'll cut off all your fingers." She says calmly, examining my jacket covered wrist. I stop. "Thank you." She says painfully, like it burns her throat to utter those words.

She then cuts a hole on my jacket sleeve, right as the base of my wrist. I realize what she's about to do a second before it happens, and I brace myself as she slides the knife along my wrist. "Agh!" I say, and that's all I utter. I watch the blood travel down my skin, thick, hot, and flowing like a waterfall. She knew just where to cut to make me bleed horribly. I should be dead already, why aren't I?

"I don't think that hurt very much either." She whispers, also watching the blood flow from my wrist. "Why don't I make it the same on both sides?" She asks, but I know not to answer as she makes an identical cut on my left wrist.

"Are you going to leave me here to die now?" I whisper weakly to her.

"No, not yet." She says with an evil grin, "Just one more, and then I'll have my revenge." She leans back over my face. "Lips. Yes, the lips. Can't kiss your boyfriend anymore if you don't have lips."

"I don't have a boyfriend." I whisper. I say it like a statement, because I'm too weak for an argument.

She shrugs. "Whatever. They're still going." She puts the knife on the edge of my mouth, and the blade's so cold it's almost like I'm feeling the pain already.

"What do you mean, 'going'?" I whisper, hoping it's not what I think it means.

"I think you know exactly what I mean." She whispers, slicing away.

The pain is agony, white hot and spreading. My face is covered in blood, sweat, and tears. I can't see at all. Blood's in my mouth. I'm on fire. I can't breathe. "HELP!" I manage to scream, but it sounds more like a gurgle. I'm drowning. "HELP!" Why am I even screaming? I'm alone in the forest with her. No one is going to help me. I am going to die. "HELP!" Why not at least try to call for help, though? I don't want to go down without a fight. I would fight more, but I can't see. "HELP!" I'm slipping. I'm weak. My struggle is becoming feeble. I can hear her cold laugh, she knows I'm dying. She knows her fight is won. "HELP!" I can't help but scream a couple more times. Who knows, I might be saved. "HELP!" I scream with my last breath. And then everything is lost in darkness.