8. All Alone
Its A gloomy day and a low cloud hovers over us all day. Its promising a storm which means Mason and I have to move to high ground. So we pack up the camp and start moving up the hill. We constantly joke with another and pull each other down. But soon it gets old and Mason starts a conversation I hate. "You know only one makes it out right." Mason says. I bet every camera is one us right now. "Yeah I know." I say quietly. "You should make it home..." Mason says not meeting my gaze. "What about if we just stay together and not think about that." I say hoping to close the conversation. "Yeah. I guess." Mason says. We treck on through the woods. I lock my hand with his and walk up the forest hill. I do not want to think about what will happen with Mason and I.
Its late afternoon when we stop and set up camp. Mason sets up our sleeping bags and decides to eat some dried fruit from his backpack. I sit with him for awhile then decide to take a look around. "Mason I'll be right back." I say before I stand up and disappear into the trees. I come across a stream and dip my sore hands in the cool water. I relax and close me eyes. "WHISP!" a scream jolts me into reality. A bloodcurling scream. I sprint through the woods towards out camp. I trip over something and blood streams down my face as I scramble to my feet. Its a matter of minutes when I reach the campsite. District 1's boy has a sword held up to Mason's throat. "Oh good your here." Says the boy. My heart drops and I hurl a knife at the boy's heart with all my strength. But the boy is quick too. Mason's cannon sounds moments before the boys does. I rush over and grab Mason. I try to revive him. He can't be dead. But my pleads make no effect. "Please Mason." Tears flood down my face and I gasp for air. "You said you'll never leave me." I say. Mason's blood floods onto my hand. My heart seems to shatter and I squeeze my eyes shut trying to erase the moment. Fear consumes me and before I can think i'm hurdling through the forest.
It begins to rain and I slip, sliding down the muddy forest. After awhile I finally come to a rest. I'm bleeding and I can't see out of my eyes. I have to make it home now. I have to. I force myself to drink and nibble on a cracker in my backpack. I laydown in the mud feeling empty and dizzy. Images relay them selves in my head but I can't help it. Somewhere I find sleep and dream about a empty medow filled with daises and wildflowers. He should have won. But now that he can't win I have to win. That's what he would want. The wildflowers blow in the wind and the air smells like poisen. PIOSEN! I jerk awake and find a mud slide about to come down on me. But the mud looks different, and smells different. its piosen mud.