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Blake Daley

Dead. The word tastes sour and unfamiliar in my mouth. Gone. Lost. Erased. No matter how I phrase it, the concept still brings angry tears to my eyes. I swipe the last patch of dirt over the grave that now holds a friend of mine. I stand up and brush the damp soil from my body and pick it out from underneath my fingernails. I can hear Samantha's heavy breaths behind me, but I don't turn around. Not because I don't want to see her, that's all I want. Because I don't want her to see me. I've held it together pretty well so far considering our circumstances but this event has caused my walls to come crumbling down. I feel vulnerable and afraid, weak. I gently sit down in front of the freshly dug grave and stare at my makeshift tombstone. I know it's stupid to leave it there, it will let others know that we've been here when we leave, but I refuse to have it any other way.

I can feel Samantha's shaky hand on my shoulder and she quickly sits down next to me. We both sit with our legs crossed and hands folded in our laps staring uncertainly at the cheerful blonde girl's final resting place.

"Should I say something?" Samantha asks. She's trying hard to keep the waves of her voice unnoticeable but I can hear them. I say nothing but nod instead. Sam runs a dirty hand through her brown hair before opening her mouth to speak. "Meg…where do I begin?" We only knew each other for a 2 weeks but I feel like I've known you for a life time." Another quivering breath. " You always had something comforting and nice to say to me and kept me strong on the days I thought I would break." There's no mistaking the sound of her tears now but I can't look, I can't let her see me. "And I….I'm gonna miss you a lot." She barely chokes out her last words before beginning to cry. A sob catches in my throat to and I finally turn to Sam. Her face is buried in her tan fingers and her body is shaking uncontrollably. I place a sturdy hand on her trembling shoulders and lean against her for support of my own. My eyes stain the side of her jacket with tears and she turns to me and wraps her thin arms around my neck and fits her face into the curve of my neck.

Her tears only make mine come faster and harder until I'm weeping like a giant baby. Even though I can barely breathe, I feel the need to say something. My usually deep and smooth voice cracks and stutters as the words pour out of me.

"I hope you knew how much you meant to all of us and that we're going to miss you so badly." I almost don't get the last word out before I am rendered unable to speak again. Meg's grave swims in front of my eyes one last time before I close them and wrap my shaking arms around Samantha's muscular back.

Dorn Till

Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap. Hailey limply slides off my back and falls to the ground without resistance. The fire seems to have stopped so we're safe to stop for now. She's not breathing. I place a gentle finger on the blood vessel in her neck and feel for a pulse. The faint beat of her heart is there, but weak. Panic courses through me as I try to think of a solution. The Heimlich maneuver? Beating her heart for her? CPR? My thoughts jumble around inside my head as I try to think of a solution to this problem. I curse myself for not paying that much attention in the life saving part of health class and decide to try CPR since she doesn't seem to be breathing.

Er wait, isn't CPR when you need air after drowning? I don't remember but decide to give it a whirl anyways. I pinch her tiny nose shut and pull her relaxed lips apart and press my mouth to hers. In 123, In 123, IN 123. I keep count of the breaths in my head and continue forcing breaths into her body. Breath nine. Breath ten. Shoot. She STILL isn't breathing and I have no idea what to do next. I decide to check her pulse again but my hands are shaking too badly to tell. I swear under my breath and quickly unzip her jacket so I can press my head to her rising chest to see if her hear it beating. Wait a second, rising chest? I do a double take and check again. Yes! She's breathing! I excitedly press my ear to her heart and listen for the beat. I listen giddily as her heart picks up the pace and returns to normal. I bite my tongue suddenly as her chest rises violent in a cough. Blood fills my mouth but I don't care, Hailey is waking up. I lift my head up and look over right into her foggy eyes.

"Getting a little personal aren't we?" she says slurridly with a small smile referring to the fact the my face is still pressed against her chest. A snort escapes me and I press my lips to her right ear.

"I just saved your life so yes, I'd say things did just get personal." A smile spreads across her face and she fails her left arm around confusedly until she meets me back and pats it roughly.

"Good job, what a useful talent, I'm sure you'll be doing a lot of life saving when you get back home." She says closing her eyes. I stand up and tug her onto my back again so we can keep moving away from the site of the fire and the toxic smoke. Her hands clasp around my neck as I walk in the opposite direction of the fire still panting a little from the exertion of sprinting with 100 pound on my back.

"You're heavy." I grunt as we walk farther and farther away from the charred forest.

"Are you calling me fat?" Hailey asks in mock offense.

"Yes. Yes I am." I can practically feel the warmth of her smile on my backside as carry her to a new part of the forest.

Whitley Hedge

When I wake again the boy is leaning against a nearby tree fiddling with the hilt of a particularly cruel looking sword. I sit up so fast that I almost fall back down again from dizziness. Three of the same looking boys rush at me before the combine into one at my feet.

"Hey hey, its ok." The memories of my last awakening flood my mind at remember that this boy saved me. Unfortunatly with these memories comes the ones of me being wounded in the back. My eyes widen and my hand flies to my backside to feel the wound. There is a large gash in my back about the size of a dollar coin and about 1 inch deep. I flinch at my own touch and my entire body quivers with pain. When I pull my hand back I see that it is not only covered in blood but some sort of whiteish cream. I don't even have a chance to ask the boy what it is before he tells me.

"You got a sponsor gift," he says, "medicine for your wound." He produces a medium sized silver container from his pocket with a flourish and I can smell the faint smell of mint. I know that he must've helped me after I blacked out but I still have questions.

"Who are you? What happened to the district 9 girl? How did you crawl up the tree and carry me down? Why didn't you kill me?" The questions pour out before I can stop them but he doesn't seem to mind.

"My name is Haden, I'm from district 11. I took care of the district nine girl. After she shot you, you fell from the tree and I caught you. I helped you because if I were you, I would've wanted someone to help me." His eyes narrow at his last answer like maybe he isn't telling the whole truth but I don't push him anymore. I sit up a little straighter and pull a leaf from my hair and bite on my fingernail.

"How bad is it?" I ask referring to my arrow wound. His face looks serious as he answers which scares me a little.

"Kind bad," he admits slowly, "but nothing that can't be fixed. Its near your spine so just be thankful that you didn't get hit a few inches over because you'd really be screwed." He says sternly. I smile in relief and let out a small laugh.

"Thanks again." I say sincerely. He only smiles and applies some cream to my back.