Red. Everywhere. Anywhere she looked. Red. The usually blue sky. Red. White soft clouds that looked like a decent place to rest. Red. The mockingjay pin resting on her sleeve, used to shine with proud; now painted with dark, dull red. It was Red, oozing from a gash on her chest, slowly leaving her body, taking her life as it went. The liquid made its way down her arm as she rested her back against a tree -red- and her breathing got shorter, shorter, shorter... She felt her blood soaking the ground as it passed her fingers. Her eyes turned to the red sky and tried to find something, anything that isn't red; that couldn't be red. Just before she was taken awat from the blood-covered world, she saw gray eyes. Seam gray eyes.
Then the darkness claimed her.
Soo, okay that was something I wrote in freshman year and then I found it in my folder and wanted to share it here. English is my second language so there may be some mistakes -or a lot-. Hope you enjoy!