To End My Days: a Hunger Games oneshot
10, 9, 8…. Seven seconds left until I run for my life. A glinting cornucopia stands before me, deceptively beautiful. Should I run for food and weapons, or do I run away, as they told me? It wouldn't matter if I just looked for a second, would it? Just a glance around wouldn't kill anyone, right? Or not right..? 7, 6, 5….The ground beneath me shows no signs of being fatal, but that is exactly what it is. I thought it would be easier to resist the deadly temptation of the weapons. But I was wrong. I always am. Perhaps I should just walk up there and let them kill me. I should just snap out of the delusion, the pitiful delusion that anyone would want me to come home. 4, 3, 2…. The last second, that dead silence. I want to hold onto it forever. But I won't be able to. Because I know….in a few steps forward, my life is over. That is, if you could call it a life. 1. All hell breaks loose. The last thing, the very last terrible thing I see in this useless, waste of a life is a spear. Strange how mesmerizing it is. Just as the Cornucopia, it is deceptively beautiful. A single spear to end my days. It is not coming for me though. It's thrown to the cornucopia, an accidental swing to the left. It ricochets to where I am standing. When did I move? It bounces off the gold cavern, straight to me. A searing pain goes through my cheek. And then I realize…..a single spear to end my days. That glorious, mesmerizing spear to kill me. My last thoughts… I should have a significant last thought, shouldn't I? My last wondering is that they finally got their wish. I won't be coming home. Or will I?
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