Celina 13
I woke up in bliss. I opened my eyes and saw endless blue, and I was floating around in salty water.
I sat up, and left a head shaped dent in my ceiling, causing specks of sand to merge with my pure, perfect water.
"NO!" I screamed and picked every grain of sand out by hand. I threw them away out of the entrance, and stretched in the open air.
I saw some movement at the top of a sand dune and charged towards it, spinning around and laughing.
"Hey!" I called out, "We're supposed to be at school, aren't we naughty!" I giggled as I reached the figure, it was a boy.
"Wow, you're very handsome!" I gasped as his chiselled face turned towards me.
"What are you on about you nutter?" He asked me, and I saw he had a pretend knife; maybe he wanted to play with me.
I plucked the knife out of his hand and ran away giggling.
"What the heck?" He screamed, chasing after me. Well, I think he said 'heck' but it had an F at the beginning…silly boy, he speaks funny, and says words that daddy says when he and mummy argue when he has been to the bar and smells funny.
"Catch me if you can!" I playfully shouted, looking behind me and seeing him barrel towards me.
"Get the heck back here!" That word again…oh well!
"That's not how tag works silly!" I yelled back at him, speeding up when I saw him running towards me very fast.
His large frame knocked me over, causing his knife to cut my arm a bit.
"What was that for?" I cried, holding my arm, watching the blood bubble through and fall to the sand.
"You stole my knife." He said simply, and I noticed the dark circles under his eyes, and the bruises and cuts that adorned his face and shoulders.
"Wow! You look really hurt…do you want me to call an ambulance?" I looked at his wounds, and instantly regretted throwing my bandages away.
As if by magic, my back pack ended its flight I had sent it on before, and it landed at my feet.
"What a stroke of luck!" I giggled, and immediately wrapped bandages around his head and shoulders.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" He pushed me back at every word he spoke, "There's nothing there! Get it in your crazy head…YOU NEED HELP YOU LUNATIC!"
"You need help learning to like people…maybe this will help!" I launched forwards and hugged him, letting my strong arms encase his body. He was wriggling and yelling for me to let go.
"Nope!" I laughed and squeezed his wrist just enough for him to drop the knife.
He pushed me away, and I yelled and tumbled down the sand dune.
He made a scoffing sound and ran off, making sure I wasn't following.
"You're no fun at all!" I yelled after him, sticking my tongue out at him
"Im hungry daddy!" I cried, "Have you brought some nice fish home today? Who am I kidding; you always bring back nice fish!" I fell about laughing and caught sight of another potential playmate.
"HEY!" I yelled, waving my arms around, trying to catch his attention.
A scrawny little boy turned around and his hard face broke out into a smile.
"Celina!" He screamed and ran towards me, "I thought you hated me!"
I caught him into a hug, and told him I didn't hate anyone, but in truth I had no idea who he was.
"OH!" I gasped, "Its Martin!" I remembered him insulting that old woman and smashing a glass.
"Are your hands ok?" I realised too late that I had interrupted something he was saying. "Sorry." I dropped my head and looked away.
"It's ok Celina." He smiled at me and said, "Allies?"
I looked at him uncomprehendingly and suddenly all my memories flashed back and I clutched my head, my knees giving way and I end up in a crouch on the ground, the sand trickling through my fingers.
I'm vaguely aware of arms around me, gently shaking me back to consciousness and I look up, giving him a shaky smile.
"Allies…" I agree quietly, moving up to a standing position and I put out my hand for him to shake it. His grip is surprisingly firm and his smile almost dazzles me. I am acutely aware of a burning sensation at the back of my throat and I ask Martin if he has any water.
"Umm…sure, I got a few bottles from the sponsers a few days ago…hey Celina…what happened to your clothes?" I gladly reach for the bottle of water he extended to me and I look down, taking in the ripped jumpsuit, once white, now stained red and green with various types of blood. I look up at him blushing a bit.
"I umm…battled a mutt, and as you can see it didn't go all that well…" I smile ruefully, its not a total lie, I just didn't say the whole truth.
I gulp down the water, and its gone all too quickly. I shake it unhappily and throw it away, ignoring Martins protests. He grabs my hand, taking me by surprise, and I feel everything going fuzzy again. I giggle as we walk, and I start to hear music from my childhood. Martin looks at me bemused, but generally ignores me.
The sky starts to darken and Martin immediately shifts from lighthearted to dark and moody. I look at him confused and open my mouth to ask what's wrong, but he puts a finger to his lips and glares at me, dropping my hand.
I roll my eyes and fold my arms, and suppress giggles as I see four people about my age up ahead. This must be a game he's devised for us to play. Martin shoves me behind a sand dune, but I peek as he sneaks silently behind the four children.
In a flurry of knives and punches, four bodies lie limp, just as a scream rips out of my lips and four cannons boom, one after another. I remember what the booms of the cannons mean and I scream, flying at Martin. The fourth body had fallen before the first cannon had sounded.
I scream obscenities at the small but strong boy, and he's obviously taken by surprise as I wrench the knife from his small hands and his eyes are wide as I hold it above his throat, my knees pressing his arms down into the soft sand, my hair tumbling around my face, streaked with blue sand, breathing hard.
"Nono Celina don't do it! I-" I cut off his words by shoving a hand over his mouth, muffling his words. I hold this boys life in my hands, and I'm loving it. I grin, still breathing hard out of exertion, and I feel my mouth twisted into a sneer of contempt.
He shakes his head desperately, tryong to get free, and I laugh, pressing the knife slightly into his throat, smiling as a small stream of red runs down his neck, pooling in the hollows made by his collar bones. He screams and bites down on my hand. I gasp and my eyebrows draw together in rage, just as I realise that in my shock, the sharp knife slipped through his neck, and I am confirmed in my kill by the boom of the cannon.
It echoes arounf my ears, and transforms into music and laughter, cheering me on, and I stand up and twirl around, enjoying the praise before I pass out, tumbling down onto the ground, next to Martins lifeless corpse.