Hello! So, uh, because apparently, song lyrics aren't allowed on , I decided to write poetry. o_o
The poetry's kinda crappy, but some will be important later. ;)
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I wasn't brave or tough,
I just wasn't good enough."
A storm was raging outside. The raindrops stepped on her roof and glided down her windowpanes. The waves violently crashed against the shore, and the wind blew the leaves off the trees. Also, there was no electricity, so everything was a pitch black for Annie.
The voices. The screams. The severed head of her fellow tribute. Moments in the arena played again and again, and pictures of blood pools and dead bodies floating were branded on Annie's mind. Annie couldn't take it anymore. She needed to end this somehow.
She felt her way through the hallway and looked for some rope. She found it, and tied her hands together. She headed to the door, then, she realized she couldn't open it without her hands. She used her elbows to twist the knob and open the door.
The strong winds blew against her face, howling, telling her to go back inside. Annie shut her eyes, steeled herself, and headed to the dock. She sat down on the spot she had sat on so many times before.
Annie was soaked to the bone by now, but she did not care. She stood up, feeling fearful but determined at the same time.
This was going to be her last act, her last deed. She might as well be brave about it.