10. Thick Blood
I start out at a brisk walk, Determined to get there before the water is all gone. As I walk I think the myself. Water is sweet but blood its thicker. That's what they want. blood. action. a game. I freeze for a moment not wanting to go on. But I have to go. So I keep walking and hum to myself. after I hear the first cannon I start running. "I have to make it." My vision blurs. "I have to make it" my jog turns into a sprint and by the time I reach the field that lines the cornucopia I have a pounding head ache. I duck into the field and crawl in the thick grass for a while until I can peer around the grass and look into the cornucopia. 3 bottles remain on a table. My vision blurs and I shake my head waiting for it to clear. it takes 5 minutes and I realize I need water now. I lift myself into a running stance, I take out a knife and prepare.
I hold my breath and let my thoughts hang in the air. Then I lurch myself forward, I hurl myself to the cornucopia. My vision suddenly blurs and i'm breathing hard. Suddenly my body is knocked down. I launch a knife towards the figure but my vision is unfocused and I catch his leg instead of head. He swears and I recognize the voice, the boy from 11. He's stronger then me and I don't stand a chance. I scream scrambling to my feet and my shaking fingers reach for a knife but the boy tackles me squeezing my throat to the ground. "Please. I have to get... home." I sputter as the world suddenly gets darker. The boy laughs and pulls out one of my knives. I'm weakened by having no water and I can't even lift my shaking arms. I scream and trash around, Gulping for air. The boy lifts the blurred figure that must be the knife...
I picture my apartment. The blinds are pulled down. My family is all watching. their pleading for me. Screaming. Hoping to stop the boy. But they can't do anything, I can't do anything. I search my foggy brain for ways to get away but I'm to weak to do anything. So I try to find some words. Some statement that can be sent home, to the capitol. My mind goes blank. The lack of air is killing me. Dehydration is killing me. My own knife will be killing me. so I manage 3 worlds and a smile, directed to the sky, that will be directed come.
"I'll Be Okay." I sputter out. I smile without having to force myself then I close my eyes as the boy plunges my own knife into my heart.