(A/N) So this is a little short, ok maybe a lot short. And a lot of people may have done this already but I wanted to do a Foxface story. So here :D hope you like!
I saw the glistening berries that the boy from district twelve picked; I automatically knew they were nightlock, extremely poisonous. Just one drop of the juice could kill you. They were so tempting, I was starving. I hadn't eaten in two days and I was in the final four.
With the girl on fire having her precious bow, and the boy from two being a career tribute I had a very slim chance of winning. I fought with myself, telling myself to eat them then saying no. I was at war with myself not knowing what to do. As I ran out to the plastic sheet under the berries, I heard the loud steps from someone.
I grab a few berries and run off into the woods where I would be covered. I sat down and lean back against a tree, holding the berries in the palm of my hand out into the sunlight. They were a deep purplish blue, could have been confused with blackberries. I roll one in between two fingers and laugh at myself, what a petty way to die.
I lie down on the ground and put one in my mouth. I squish it with my teeth and I immediately feel the liquid slide down my throat. Immediately regretting my decision I feel my throat swell and the lack of oxygen is making the pain worse. I grasp at my neck, pawing at it repeatedly thinking it would help. I should have eaten more; maybe it would have been a quicker death. I give up knowing I was about to die from lack of oxygen. I lie on my back and close my eyes waiting on the all too familiar cannon boom.
(A/N) So what did you think? Was it good? R&R please! They make me happy!
~Marie'98
