AN: Trying to get in the zone/right mind set to finish up More to it than an Angle. I figure that it's been long enough.
Cross posted on AO3
Content warning: Dark stuff. Drowning. Death. Etc.
Pain
That was all she knew in the darkness that surrounded her. She couldn't breathe. Is this what death was? Neverending pain?
GASP
More pain. Nothing could be seen or heard outside of black and the sluggish yet erratic 'b-bump' of her heart. She felt the drumming of her pulse in her head, starbursts of pain behind her lids.
GASP
She felt weightless. Up was down and down was up and nothing made sense and every way was a different direction but they all led to the same place.
SNAP
Constant pain. Her back hits a branch.
Screaming
Air bubbles all around her and yet she couldn't get the air to where it needed to be most.
Crying
She remembered crying from getting hit with a throwing knife. She remembered barking in the distance. Blue and green mixing to form eyes. Blonde hair. A gentle smile.
Sobbing
How did her body have enough energy and air to force a sob out? She couldn't feel her limbs, could barely feel the freezing water.
Live
She kicked her feet, flailed as hard as she could. Memories of swimming for fun or food were replaced with this nightmarish reality. Desperation caused her to try to right herself in the water. Opening green eyes, she looked around wildly. Her eyes felt like they were bulging from her skull and she wished that she could just stop being washed away.
Choking
Water rushed into her mouth and she cried. Seeing a log stuck on a rock, she made it her goal to get to it. Kicking and swinging her arms wildly, brown hair stuck to her pale face. In the distance she sees a figure being swept away, eyes glazed over.
Closer
She sobbed as her arm gave out. The progress she made lost. Renewed vigor in her strokes.
Close
A cannon goes off in the distance. Another and another. BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Silence
No more energy. Her head slips under the waves.
Darkness
The water slowly disappears as if a figment of her imagination. She knows it was real though. She's left in torn clothes, shivering and wet.
More sobbing
A voice echos around her and she covers her ears.
Crying. Always crying.
"The winner of the 70th Hunger Games!"
Screaming
Sea green eyes.
Nothing
Panem's anthem in the distance.
AN: WELP. YOU'RE WELCOME I GUESS.