Woo Hoo! Second chapter today, I think. Something like that. I got to find something better to do with my time! Well, yeah. So read, review, whatever :D
Oh. My. God. I mean, I am the reason 3 other people have had to die, but this was different. I killed someone with my arrow. I-I don't know what to do.
I stood there for a few moments, obvious self-infliction on my face. I had just killed the boy from District 10, I believe. I gawked at the little boy lying on the ground, in writhing pain. He saw my fear, my anger at myself, and simply whispered.
"Its o-kay. I rather it be you then one of them…" What did he mean? Rather I kill him then a Career that tortures him? Well, that makes sense.
"WES! Where are you?" A voice that was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place, called out.
"Go." he croaked, "Its okay. I don't blame you." He managed a smile, before whimpering in pain. The voice calling out this boy's name was getting closer.
"Go, go, please go!" he cried out. I turned around and zoomed into the forest, not stopping to pick up the boy's backpack or my arrow. I felt that I didn't need them.
All my pursuer saw was the heel of my boot, and that was enough. I was now being followed. Throwing my hood over my hair, I starting running.
I could hear his boots behind me. They were not as fast as mine, but he was still 40 yards behind me, and gaining. I put my bow over my shoulder and picked up the pace. I could NOT get caught. The cannon went off, for the boy from District 10.
Then, the knife whizzed past me. It was obvious my pursuer was not very handy with knives, but he kept on throwing them. He had a lot of knives; I was impressed.
That's when he threw three. Two scraped my side, leaving an awful mark with blood gushing out at a million miles an hour. One stabbed my leg, and a fell to the ground, hitting my shin on a rock. Ow much?
My hood fell down when I tripped. I did not try and put it back up, because I had no time. For some unexplained reason, I got up and started running again. I was in so much pain. My leg was in searing pain; the shin on my other leg was bruised and battered. My right side was cut open, and blood was gushing out. Yet, I kept running.
"Hey!" he called out, "Aimee!" What? How did he know my name? Why was he calling to me like we were best friends?
I could not keep running like this. I would eventually die from blood loss. What did I have to do? I knew what I had to do, but I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill another person.
A thought of Angie back home with no big sister brought me to my senses. I took my bow off my shoulder, strung it, turned around, and shot.
A mille second after I released my bow I realized who was following me. I called out a single name.
"NAT! NO!" He fell to the ground with a thud, an arrow sticking out of his stomach.
….
Oh. My. Friggin. God. What. Have. I. Done.
I caught him as he fell down, in utter shock. I could not believe. I just killed one of my only friends. I just killed my first kiss. I just killed… someone.
The wound was awful. Struck right where you would have a good 20 minutes of pain before death. Trust me, I paid attention in training.
"A-Aimee?" he whimpered.
"I'm right here Nat. Look, I-I'm so sorry. I killed you. I'm such an awful person…" I started crying.
"D-Don't blame yourself. I was never a contender anyway…" He coughed painfully, "There's something I need to tell you…"
"O-Okay," I smiled through my tears.
"You're her."
"What?"
"You're the girl. The one I have been working up the nerve to talk to for years. You were always so beautiful…"
"W-What?" I whispered. What was he talking about? He LOVED me? I did not know this boy could love.
"Aimee, I love you." Then, it all fell into place. Why I cared so much about him. I was also in love with him. "I hurt you. Aimee I'm so sorry. I'm such a monster. I'm dying anyway so I hope you for-"
My lips crashing onto his cut him off. We kissed for what seemed like hours; not even coming up for air. Finally, he released.
"Thank you Aimee. That means a lot. Can you do something for me?" He asked, looking innocent.
"Of course Nat."
"Tell me about your life. Your family."
"Oh, alright. Well, my father was one of those logger types from District 7. Pretty sure you have met one of those before!" He managed a tiny grin.
"Well, my mother was from the capitol. Her mother and father were very important Capitol people or something. Well, she came with her parents to District 7 for some sort of business meeting.
They met at the market. My mother was looking for some sort of memento when my father came up to her and starting talking. They pretty much fell in love right there. They were young and beautiful and so powerful. My father built her a little house in the woods, and with a little bit of capitol money, became their home.
Then, my mother fell pregnant with me. My father was never a family sort of guy. His dream was to grow up old and alone in the woods with, well, wood. He was enraged, but stayed because of my mother. When I was born, he always tried to be happy as I grew up. But, you could always tell there was a hit of disappointment every time he spoke.
Then, my mother became pregnant again. My father was again angry. He had never wanted children, let alone two children. He stuck around though. He threatened to leave, if it was a girl. He would stay if it were a son. Then, my sister was born. As soon as he found out it was a girl, he left. Without even saying goodbye. That's why I try to not trust anymore. It ends always in betrayal.
My mother stayed strong. She raised Angie and me. Until, I was 11 and she fell sick with some disease. I forget the name. But, in the next month she died. After that, I raised Angie on my own. The Capitol sent us a little bit of money, but that's it. And, here I am now."
"Thank you Aimee…" he smiled. "Now GO! I have Wes's backpack, and mine is on my back. Plus, I grabbed the arrow that killed Wes. Please go Aimee, before the Career's come."
"No. I'm not leaving you." He sighed. His breathing was now very shallow, and painful. For the next moments I sat there, pain up and down my body, holding his hand. With one last breath his whispered.
"I love you Aimee." Then, the cannon went off. For a few minutes I sat there crying. Finally, I picked up all 3 backpacks, and my bow and arrows. I kissed his cold forehead, which remained unmoving.
"They better take care of you in the after life. Or I will come kick their ass's" I smirked, how Nathaniel would have at that remark.
Then, I turned around and left, in uttermost pain.
I barely made it out of the clearing before I fell to the ground. One look at my wounds, and I was done. I could survive this, but not without help.
I was loosing blood, and fast. Better yet, it was beginning to rain.
"It would be nice to know if I got any sponsors Cenca," I said to the sky, before slipping into to complete blackness, water falling all around me.