I stay in my darkness for exactly 3278,947 seconds, and counting. I can hear muffled sounds every once in a while. Some of them I can slightly decipher, maybe even who's voice it is, but they don't make sense. I have no idea what happened, or why I'm here. The only things I've captured were:
"It'll be okay."
"She's going to die anyway."
"What will they do now?"
"They might let her go, if they think she's dead."
And, "Lucas is still alive."
Lucas, Lucas. I remember him, from somewhere. My brain conjures up a picture of a blonde boy, covered in mud with a spear in hand, and hatred in his eyes. But why? Why does he throw the spear at me, why does he hate me. Why do I feel like I'm supposed to hate him too?
I feel my mother's presence, and other beings. I hear cried, and laughter through cries.
I continue counting seconds 57380,354.
Someone shakes me, and others do the same. I try my best to swim up through the darkness that surrounds me, but it's impossible. More cries.
63361, 982 seconds, and I remember everything. Lucas tried to kill me in the games. I jumped from the tree, dodging the spear he threw, but landed on my head. I felt claws wrap around me, and hammers pound in my ears. They put me in a wooded box. I recall the ripping and breaking around me. The box is broken, and I feel light and coolness. Coma, I'm in a coma, and I'm supposed to be dead. Lucas is the victor, but he never killed me. They will kill me anyway.