Darkness. It is what I see.
Pain. It is what I feel.
Oblivion. It consumes me.
But life is what I know. I cannot be dead, can I? Unless this is death, but it cannot be. I know I am alive and I realize that the darkness is only that, a dark room. I am laying on the cold floor, so try to stand. But I cannot move anything but my eyes.
So what exactly just happened? I ask myself.
I was in the arena, guarding the food for the tributes. I heard a noise and went to find it. But then I heard the explosion. When I went back, the pile of supplies was ablaze and Cato, in his furry, attacked me.
But what happened after that? I know this cannot be the arena.
But I know I am the District 3 tribute to the 7th Hunger Games. I also know that I, Aidan Summers, am alive.
