~FIRELIGHT~
Derri Torol: District 8
The cold air seeps into my body, turning my blood to ice.
Fire! My mind screams. I need to start a fire!
I continue to run through the thick forest of pines that surround me until I find a small clearing. My numbed fingers rummage around and find some twigs. Perfect.
The snapping is loud, but I don't care. I gather some extra twigs and create a small pile.
I need fire, warmth, something. I rub the twigs together and get a small flame. A smile creeps across my face as I feed the flame, blowing gently as I watch it grow.
The heat feels amazing, but I do not. I am alone, utterly alone. My fellow tribute, Goss, was shown in the sky tonight. He is gone and I am the only hope left for District 8. The warmth from the fire and the tiredness from all the running I had done that day lulls me into a deep sleep. I try to fight it, but the feeling is so overwhelming that I allow it to come. I feel my mind drifting as I lay my head on the hard, cold, ground.
I wake up with a jolt. The sound of footsteps is apparent. I hop on my feet, prepared to break for it only to feel a strong push of pressure on my back, knocking me to the ground.
It's too late! They have found me!
Within seconds, I am surrounded. The evil grins on my capturers' faces stop me in my tracks. I recognize them. Both tributes from 1 and 2, the girl from 4, and the boy from 12. Here they are prepared to kill. I take a shot and bolt towards my right, where the blonde from District 1 is standing.
"Where do you think you're going?" she purrs.
Then I am on the ground again. I open my mouth to scream….
Thwack!
I feel the blood rushing from the hole in my side. The boy from District 2 rips the knife out of my wound. The pain is unbearable. It hurts too much for me to even make a sound. I can hear him wiping the bloody weapon on his shirt tail.
I lay still, breath racing, not daring to open my eyes. I can hear them rummaging around me, looking for supplies. The slight cough from one of the boys show that they haven't found anything good. I have nothing, am no one to them. They think I am dead. And they don't care.
"Better clear out so they can get the body before it starts stinking," the boy from District 2 grunts as him and his crew walk away. A scary thought occurs to me.
The cannon! It's only a matter of time before they realize I am not dead yet!
I dare myself to open my eyes. I can see the light from their torches and flashlights disappearing. It's only a matter of time now. They are smart. They will realize something is wrong. The cannon should have shot already. I should be dead.
I turn on my left side, my fingernails digging into the ground. I start to pull myself up, to get away, but I can't. The pain is far too much. Death will come either way. The sound of someone coming towards me confirms it.
I look up to see my killer and am surprised to see the blonde boy from District 12. The one who said he was in love with his district-mate.
If he's in love, why isn't he with his little girlfriend? What is he doing with these career monsters?
I make eye contact with him and see the hurt in his eyes when he realizes I am very much alive.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
I can see the knife in his hands. This is it. I take my last breath.
Then all that is left is darkness.