So things have been crazy and I lost my POV list and stuff... I just got back to school and softball's going crazy. And I basically have had little to no time alone the past few weeks, so I'll get a proper update soon. Sorry, guys.
D5- 18- (Anya Saitov)
I make it to the woods in the nick of time.
I run all day. When I am not running I am resting, and by resting I mean eating or drinking at a fast-paced walk. My mind screams, Go! The spot where my finger used to be screams in its pain. I remind myself that to win, to get that pain to go away, I can't be a weakling. Not getting to the woods means certain death, which means not being the victor and not getting the money for painkillers and… and…
One foot after the other. That's all I can will myself to do.
I want to win so bad that the possibility of dying aches. I have no one top get back to, except maybe Hawken and Claretta, but they aren't family. It's not impertinent that I make it home to them. I want to make it home so I can live and more than anything so I can live in this life of luxury. I will be the Capitol's lapdog but if it gives me money… food… a life free of the pain suffered by those in the Community Homes… I can take a few hits from them in exchange for the parties.
And I know that to get this, all I want, all I've ever wanted, I have to make it to the woods. I don't know what they have in store, but the or else certainly sounds less appealing than the get there.
When I finally reach the woods, the sun is setting and I'm throwing my hands up in triumph. "Yes!" I exclaimed, not thinking about other tributes that could be around. I sprint into the woods and collapse four feet from the first tree. I lay there, purely exhausted, overjoyed but at the same time wondering and worrying how I'm going to fight a feast, which may or may not be more of a bloodbath than the actual bloodbath, while I'm this tired.
Not a minute later, a bang louder than anything I've ever heard, like an explosion, shoots through me, starting just a yard or so behind me. It resonates everywhere. My ears ring, but other than that I hear nothing. They ache too, and I can't move because of how bad of a headache I suddenly have, causing waves of sting and burn and all other types of pain to come to my head.
I turn around, slowly, but it still makes my head hurt worse.
A black-as-night barrier separates me from the rest of the arena.
