My mind is filled with the nightmares that might fill my morning. I dream about how I will die in this arena, all in a variety of ways. From a tribute, from the arena, or from the Gamemakers. When I hear the chirp of a blue jay, I know it is safe for me to wake up. I shake my head, side to side, making some pebbles fall from my hair. They fall the ground, making tiny hole in the ground where they will lay. I stand up, pick up my pack, and start to walk into the middle of the meadow. The grass is short, so there isn't much to hide you from wandering tributes.
I look up at the sky, blue as blue can get, and some clouds float around. This is what kills you in the arena. The oldest trick in the book. The Gamemakers make it seem like nothing can hurt you in the arena, when realisticly, they make a bunch of alterations to the arena, like disasters or muttation rampages, that change the landscape. In previous years they altered to much, so when the Victor was crowned, they didn't recognize the arena anymore.
As I walk through the meadow, I see something in the distance. Either an animal or a tribute, I can't see it very well, is falling to the ground, gasping. I want to walk over to it and help, but the idea of the Games is for there to be a sole remaining tribute alive, so I just observe from a distance. Yet, I take the risk, and walk a little bit closer. My eyes start to adjust, and I recognize that it isn't a tribute, it is a deer. The deer is scrambling on the floor, gasping for air that just isn't there. After a while of this, the deer stops moving. And I know that the deer died.
In instinct, I run towards the dead deer. Several tributes die of starvation every year, and I won't be one of them. When I approach the deer, its mouth hangs open, and inside its mouth is as dry as the desert. I look closer, but I bring my head back swiftly, thinking it might be a trap. Then I start to cough, and I realize that this meadow might be dangerous. I begin to run away from the deer, pushing myself more than I could with my body. But as I continue to run, the air becomes purple with poison. The air becomes a purple fog, blinding and killing me. My body begins to wear down and I become sleepy. I lay down in the field of wild flowers, and shut my eyes, and I know it is my time to go. But I don't I just lay there, in the meadow, with my eyes closed.
I start to hear a heavy coughing noise, and my eyes open wide. I sit myself up, looking for who coughed. The cough starts up again, more hard. I spot the tribute who is probably knocking on death's door. The boy from District 9. His face is red from the loss of air, and his curly brown hair falls with locks onto his face. Tears well up in his eyes, and I know that no matter what he does or what I do, he will die. I hear the cough one last time, then it stops. His cannon fires, and I know his suffering has stopped. This makes me wonder, why he died from the poison while I haven't I only coughed a few times. I stand up, wondering about this, when the poison thins. The purple fog that used to be air, has returned to its normal clear, windy air.
The poisonous meadow has now turned back to the regular meadow it was, before it claimed the life of the boy from 9. I go over to his body, and only take one look at his frozen face, then look away. His pack lays right next to his leg, so I grab the pack, loot it, then put it back to its original place. His family must be mourning over his death, and I know that I didn't kill him, but I feel responsible for his passing. The thought of me killing him seems unlikly, but watching him leave this world so quickly makes me want to hold on to something.
I dash away from the meadow, leaving behind the image of him. But by the time I leave, the sky turns to night. The anthem begins to start, and I see the face of the guy from 9. He looks so innocent and hopeful in his picture, but something change. Only 1 death tonight, and try to forget what happened a while again. I lay on the soft green pillow that is the grass, and my eyes get heavy. I yawn, then close my eyes, washing the memories away of today. It's only day 2, and I want the Games to end. But they never end, life is the Games, and there is only one real winner in the end.
And that is going to be me.
Sorry for not updating in a while, I was just consumed in school right now. I just needed to focus on my grades and the finals, which are coming closer by each day! So scared, yet so happy that school will end soon. Hope you liked the new chapter, I know I did, please review on what you think of it, I miss your reviews :( , so again, hope you like it and continue reading my story!