no grave can hold my body down ☜♥☞ half-baked

Your breath seems to come out at uneven spaces, your heart fluttering like a weak butterfly in the cage which locked it away from the rest of the world. Mother once told you that to lie was to sin but in the games everything one did was a sin, so why not twist the truth a little. In reality you could say that you were going to be okay, but right now your body felt like anything but okay. You had told potato that everything was going to be fine and you wanted to believe that it was going to be okay, but as you lay against the damp wall of the mine you can feel yourself loosing a grip on your life, like it was slipping between your fingers like water.

A cannon fires and instantly your mind races to Ingrid- had us leaving her behind killed her? If you hadn't been so useless Potato wouldn't have to of dragged you out and he could have stayed to help- but wait you didn't even know if it was her. Silently you try to calm down, try to preserve the small amount of energy that was running threw your veins. You felt like death was just around the next corner, waiting for you to let your guard down and snatch you up in his fingers greedy. But you could hold on, you just had to hold on for a little longer and you could do that, you had to do that because people were reeling on you to hold one. Victor had told you to be strong and strong you would be.

With the little amount of energy you had left you manage to lift your hand to your chest your fingers snatching up the small piece of paper with the words printed on it. Be strong. You hold it to your chest and think of the determined glint in the boys eyes. You hadn't known him but he still believed in you, were their other out their like him? Or were people looking at you now, booing that your cannon had not fired yet? There was probably hundreds and hundreds of people out there who wanted to see you dead, because you living was less of a chance of their loved ones living.

Curling your fingers around the piece of paper you hear footsteps and then the sound of Ingrid’s voice slips into your ears and a sense of relief fills you because that cannon meant it want for her and that meant somewhere out their is one less person who you had to face n the end. It had to be the top 10 by now, or maybe even smaller. Never in your dreams had you thought you would make it this far and in reality you probably wouldn't have if it hadn't been for the two people with you now. You owed them so much more than your life- but you couldn't give them your life because just like them you were fighting to survive.

With great effort you manage to peel your eye lids away from each other, your eyes which were usually so bright, were now dull and void from life. There was something in Ingrid’s hand, a few knifes laid out beside her and an axe like thing in her lap. ”Who wants the deck of cards?” She has never ben the one for words so when the small sentence of about five words fall from her lips a small smile attempts to paint itself across your lips.

Potato picks up the deck of crds, his hands, which were covered in blood, work on opening the small cad board box. You can see as you watch him how tense he looks and you cant help but mirror his tension his words cutting you deep because if she had of died it would have been because we abandoned her.

You look away, your eyes focused on your hands which were still curled up tightly around the piece of paper. “Sorry… sorry for getting… in the way,” every word felt as heavy as lead against my tongue. You turn your gaze back to Ingrid and then Potato in turn, your whole body burning because of the amount of energy your body was using in this strain to prove to these people that you weren't weak- be strong.