The countdown started.
I was on the tiny pedestal in the middle of the ocean, which lapped at an island. Katniss had taught me to swim but could peeta? I didn't know. I couldn't make him out. The sun was too bright. I could see the corncoupia on the beach. My breathing came hard. I could swim and I was fast. But going into the bloodbath seemed the quickest way to get killed before my goal of...what? Finding peeta? Killing him? I suddenly felt too afraid to think clearly.
It hit the ten second countdown.
Just find peeta, I thought to myself. Could peeta swim? Then I spotted him. He was three pedestals down. His gaze was locked on me. I would swim to him, I thought. I'd swim to peeta.
Five seconds.
I thought of katniss. I thought of how maybe me getting into the games wer rigged.
Game start.
I launched off the pedestal in a sloppy dive and swam diagonally. Salt water choked me. I was not the best swimmer, but everyone was going to the corncupia and I was going to peeta. The wetsuits had floation devices on them but I needed to get to peeta. I swam the best I could, the waves bobbing me up and down. I could hear everyone else swimming. Let them duel it out there. I had to get to peeta.
Finally I reached him. He couldn't swim and was bobbing around. I grabbed him and he gasped.
"Prim!" he said.
"Come on. Just move your legs." I gasped through mouths of water.
I tried to swim and drag Perrta along. It took us a lot longer than I thought it would to make it to the beach. We rolled onto the surface, gasping for air. I could hear fighting at the corncupia. We were a little ways down from it.
"Thanks." peeta said, spitting out water.
I just nodded.
"Do you think I have a shot?"
"At what?" I asked.
"Getting supplies."
"No. not with your leg." he was slower than normal with his artificial leg, "I'll go."
"Prim, no."
"Wait here. I'll just grab a couple backpacks on the outside of the fighting. I'm fast."
I didn't wait for him to say anything. I don't know when I had suddenly started playing the game with peeta. I told myself once I had a weapon it would change.
I ran down the beach, kicking up sand. I couldn't make out what was going on. Just a lot of death and blood. I grabbed one backpack on the outskirts of the fighting and tossed it on. I grabbed another one for peeta and a long knife laying on the ground. Then I took off away, as quickly as I had come.
As I ran back down the beach, I saw someone walking towards a resting peeta. It was a tribute from district nine. I couldn't remember his name at the moment. But all I knew was he was coming towards peeta with an axe.