Author's Note - This is just the prologue of my new Hunger Games inspired fanfic. It is extremely short but it is needed for the storyline. You will find out later, I have left it vague for the moment. I promise, I will post quickly. I'm exited to start this!
I'm brought back to the reality of pain by my dramatic panting. My knees buckle, they snap causing me to hit the ground with a thunderous thud. My back weighs down and I fall backwards. My head hits something. The echo my body hitting the floor echoes round me. I'm unable to lift myself; I'm being rolled in a tube forwards and backwards, again and again. My feet are pounding, every single pump of my heart I can feel my veins bulging. This is not like anything ever...
I can't think straight, I think I'm alone, I better be, if they saw this there would be no chance of advancing. If I don't, I don't want to think about it, what he would do if I didn't make this! I don't want my hand to be forced into the flame. I don't want to go back, please, I don't...
I shouldn't be here, I'm not a willing, it's not my choice. He just needs to money. If they buy me then I will never see my friends again, or my farther. Which won't matter, once I'm gone he will never think back. Why would he, I am nothing more than a rat that gets kicked if it appears out the shadows.
I'm sure I am going to black out when I reach down for my legs. The blood running down my thigh reminds me of the trainer as his bare hands flung me back across the gravel, as I skidded my knee took most of the damage thankfully. At that moment I was too focused to recognise anything but now the thick red liquid between my fingers assures me, this is no place for who I am.