Knife. Dodge left. Crash to the ground. The gash in my leg is hurting more than ever, and my head's throbbing for some reason. When I glance up, my vision is blurred, but I can tell that she's standing there, smiling victoriously.
No. No, I have to get away. I start crawling frantically, because I know there's no hope. The district 1 girl knows this, and all she has to do is kick me. I flinch. It's agonizing. She crouches beside me, biding her time as she plays with the knife in her hands. There's nothing I can do but stare at it. Pray that it'll end quickly.
There's no hope.
None.
Please, please, please let it end quickly.