Okay try not to cry. Here's the next chapter.

My head throbs, and it's extremely painful. I can taste the blood that's trickling down my head and into my mouth. The rain has stopped and the tornado is gone. I open my eyes and look around at my blurred surroundings. I landed in water, even though the plummet was filled with crashing into rocks and branches. My leg feels broken. I look down into the water to see any other damages done to my body, but all I see is blood.

No. This couldn't have happened. Not here, not now! Not again! I thought this time would be different, I thought I'd be able to have this baby. But once again, I've miscarried. My baby is gone. Basil is gone.

I bow my head and cry. This is the last time I let this happen. No more. I can't handle the pain anymore. I look up and see the stalagmites that should have ended my life. But instead, I see Frent. The sharp point of the stalagmite has pierced right through him and his body hangs limply. His blood slides down the rock and into the water, blending with mine. Two lives, I've lost today. Frent did what he could to protect me, to help me get out of here and now I don't even know if I am. Skene could come right now and kill me and there is nothing I'll be able to do.

I think back to what Haul said, "You won't make it if you don't have confidence in yourself. We're here to help you but you also need to help yourself, we're going to work together on this. But we can't help you if you've already given up. You need to fight. Fight for yourself, for me and for basil. Win for us. Just think, basil will never have a life if you've already given up on yours"

He's right. I've already given up. I promised to try my best to win this so that I could go home and be with him and have our baby. Basil may be gone for now but I can still win this, then go back home and try again. It wouldn't be right if I let myself die in here after Frent risked his life so that I can survive. That wouldn't be right. I look up at Frent's dead body and thank him silently. I wipe my eyes and then look around. I'm all alone, who knows where Skene is. He could be right in front of my face, I just don't see him.

I need my axe to finish the job. Skene was already wounded I saw the blood on him, I just need to find my axe…

I reach into the water and feel around. It was in my hand when I fell and I let it go after I hit the ground. It's heavy so it must be under the water somewhere close by. My fingers run over metal and I trace the object until I find the handle. I grab it and hold it up. My axe!

"Well, looks like you made it to the final two" Skene says walking up to me from out of the mist a couple yards away. "I didn't know you'd get this far. But what I do know…is who'll win this". "C'mon babe, get up and lets have a real fight" he taunts. I try and get up, but it hurts. My leg really is broken. The pain makes me tear up, not to mention my eyes are already wet from my losses today. "aww what's the matter baby. You miss your little friend" he says pointing to Frent's body.

The tears are stinging my eyes. "Where's that blood coming from, you didn't drop your load did you" he says pouting.

All my life, I've been bullied, teased, beaten, and it just won't stop! I refuse to let this happen anymore. I WILL win this, and I WILL make it back home!

I use my arms to slowly hoist myself up onto the dirt, my axe clutched in one hand. My leg pain forces me to grit my teeth and whimper. I bend my good leg so that I sit up and try to stand but I end up falling again. Skene laughs, "Alright you're wasting my time." He says and walks up to me and raises his sword. I look up at him and just as he strikes I roll over. It pains me greatly but it's worth it because the roll helped me to my feet. I stand with a limp. Skene looks surprised but runs for me again.

He strikes and I block it with my axe. He swirls his sword around and my axe slips right out of my hand and flies into the air. Skene pushes me in the chest and knocks me to the ground. This is it. I'm dead. He raises his sword for the last time and just then my axe falls from out of the sky and buries itself right into his brain.

His cannon goes off.

Claudius templesmith's voice booms through the empty arena. "Ladies and gentleman, the victor of the 58th hunger games! From district nine! Rye Hemlock!"

She won! Hooray. Okay im not sure how many chapters more will be in the story, no more than three. Then I'll make a third story for this, I don't know a title name yet.