Fighting for Life

Fighting for Life

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Hunger Games
Shawn Mendes
I was chosen for the 80th annual Hunger Games, since then that bastard Snow has bumped up the age. This is my story. “What’s going to happen to us?” I said as my face contorted to a pained expression. “I don’t know, I really don’t know.” He said I saw tears come to his eyes and I gently reached out and held his hand “We’re gonna be okay.” I said, he smiled at me, even though we both knew it was a lie. “Alexandra Carrington!” She said as she looked around expectantly, I heard a mangled cry come from over by the boys. I turned my head as I walked into the open space “Jack! No!” I sobbed as my best friend broke into the aisle as well, I reached for him but was pulled back by the guards, and he sobbed openly and blindly struggled against the peacekeepers. I was pulled on stage and I wiped away the tears that stained my pale skin, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply I focused on Jack as she got ready to call the boy for our groups. “Look guys don’t kill each other. Ironic, I know. Taylor if you lay a hand on him, I will fucking kill you.” I said as I looked Taylor in the eye, he looked away and I looked to Shawn. “Shawn, I’m not a baby, I can handle myself. Now you guys need to back off from each other.” Sneak peeks ^
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It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us. Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs. His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots. Hitting him dead on. Felt like a bullet to my heart.

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