Okay, to start off, I do not own the Hunger Games. I do however own the plot and new characters in this story.
Scarlet. That was the color of my hands, arms, chest, and practically every part of my body. Part of it was my own blood, but I didn't care about that. No, what I cared about was his blood. His precious blood that was rapidly flowing from his body onto mine. Even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew that he wasn't going to make it. He'd lost too much already. That's just when his eyes glazed over.
Yet, I still clutched to the life-less body as if it were a life raft on a raging ocean. I hardly even noticed the triumphant music playing. I did however notice the helicopter that had come to collect the dead. Well they were going to have to pry me off of him because I definitely wasn't going to let go.
And that's exactly what they did. Three men tore me away and put me over the shoulder of one. Beating his back, kicking, and screaming did absolutely nothing to help me for his strength surpassed mine by a long shot. But even thought I knew that none of this helped, I still had to keep trying. Keep trying to get back to the corpse that held so much importance to me. Instead, I had to watcch the other two men load him on to a helicopter as the third put me in another one, parting us forever. And I felt like I was drowning, for I had lost my life raft.
Really short start, I know. But the chapters will get much longer from here on out. Anyways, please R&R.
-Beach gurl
