This is one of aFOXXinthecloset's requests. :) It's about Suzie Thread (yup - that's her last name) when Precious and Anvike return to the camp. PLEASE review and PLEASE request otherwise I'll have to do all of FOXX's many requests and that could take some time...
I fiddle with my hands and pace up and down the stream repetitively. I wipe some sweat off my brow. Now I'm worried, really worried. The hovercraft came a couple of days ago, taking Daphne and Cecil's dead bodies with it, limp and lifeless. I shake my head and stake a quick swig from my water bottle. What will Anvike and Precious do when they find me here, guarding the base. I had a quick encounter with the small twelve-year old from district seven, June, I think her name was. She got away but left me with a gash on my left arm which has now got infected, and none of the medicine in the camp can help me. I can only hope these games are over soon because I don't know if I can last that long. A fever is gripping me and I find myself waking up from vicious nightmares, screaming Dral's name.
Why? He could have gone for me, but instead he went for all glamour Kara. It just shows how unfair life is. They're probably laughing at me right now, imagining how I'm faring. I can't believe I thought they were my friends. You don't have friends in the Hunger Games, you just have enemies. I sit down around the smoking embers of the fire, but I'm shaking all over. My strawberry-blonde hair has been ripped out over the last few days in aggravation. My alert emerald green eyes have dulled down and my face has slowly sunk. If I'm going to get out of this alive I have to do something, I have to fight the fever. I bite down on my lip and apply medicine to the wound.
I don't have any sponsors; that's clear. Kara plotted with her designer and ruined my interview for me. Now I'm the laughing stock of Panem as well as being condemned. Yes, I'm going to die. I close my eyes and listen around me. My life has slowly crumbled down around me ever since that girl came into the careers. I should have put my foot down, said no. But instead I sat by, shaking in fear toward Precious and Anvike. I hear a rustle in the bushes and open my eyes, whipping my head around. My vision has been slowly deteriorating and all this recent darkness doesn't help. I'm confused about it all. This fever has made everything go dark and gloomy.
How everyone must be laughing at me now. I'm blind compared to everyone else. I can only see figures faintly like I do at night. There it is again, a rustling sound. I stare at the direction from where it came from, my legs shaking. The Gamemakers have sent a mutt to finish me off. I stare at the mutt. Now I'm seeing double, but no, there are two of them. They hold their bodies up straight just like humans, they even look like humans. Wait a second, they are humans. Anvike and Precious! A hope lifts in my heart and I dash towards them. Maybe they can help me; maybe I could live after all.
I run towards Anvike, my arms outstretched. Dral may have run away from me, but Anvike won't, I trust him, he's much more solid than Dral, he's not shallow and petty. I meet him, wrapping my hands around his back. He's saved me, he's saved me. I can feel no more fever, I'm fine. But something's wrong, there's something cold pressed up against my chest. I look down and I see it, with my last breath I see it amongst the blood and pain, I see it now, my blindness cured. I see it.
The dagger.