The Bloodbath

I wake up this morning and feel like the old rapper P Diddy. Gosh, why does my head hurt so much? I slept wonderfully. Today was the day we were going into the Arena. I am so excited, I can barely contain myself. I know that sounds weird, me wanting to go to the Arena, but its the truth. Ive been waiting to die for a while now. Its not that Im suicidal, but I love the possibilities. I want to die knowing that people will remember me, and the earlier I die, the more memorable it will be. 

Slowly, I fall out of bed. This headache should go away by the time we're put on the helicopters. Either way, Im going to be thrown into the Arena no matter what condition Im in. I step into the pristine bathroom and head for the sink first. Picking up the toothpaste from the porclain sink, I have to do a double take. Jack Daniels brand toothpaste? I thought that was an alcoholic

I grab my awesome sunglasses, and Im out the door. Im really not supposed to have them, but I swiped them from the stylists department the other day because they were just too awesome to leave behind. "Hello darling!" I hear a shrill voice say in front of me. Oh god, its my stylist. The woman was psychotic, but at least she let me choose my clothes. For my interview, she let me put some input in so at least I looked decent. 

Today she's dressed me in a black tee shirt and cargo pants. Probably not what I wouldve chosen, but Im pretty sure I dont have much of a choice. Soon after, she pulls a purple sweatshirt over my head. This excites me because purple is my favorite color. ...What? A guy can't like purple? Gosh, get with the times, man. She leaves the room as I pull on my black socks and black shoes. I also pull a black leather belt around my waist. Gosh, these people are obsessed with black this yea. They must have gotten the memo that black is in. It also makes you look slimmer. 

Finally she returns and assesses how I dressed myself. Her turquoise lined eyebrows are raised as she tells me Im forgettin something. She holds out her spidery hand and opens it, revealing a purple studded bracelet. Oh my gosh, I almost forgot about my district token. I got this bracelet for my eighteenth birthday from my parents. It was all they could afford for me that year. I kind of wanted more, but it was flashy enough. I snatch it from her hand and wrap it around my bracelet. This may be the last time I'll ever look good, so I run to the mirror to check my hair. My hands swirl around my head to redo the pattern. When I leave for the day, Im never coming back here. Taking a deep breath, I walk outside to my helicopter. A woman injects a tracker into my arm and I quietly await my entrance to the Arena. 



Standing on my silver metal plate, I think. What am I going to do first? Get food or water? Flee or fight? Too many decisions. Now my headache's back. I look at the pedicure on my toes, and sigh. The realization that I can't see my toes hits me. I remmeber trying on all those Capitol clothes. Man, they were nice. Every morning, I would play my favorite music. It helped calm me down. Sometimes I would look out my window and watch all the parties. Unfortunately, we couldnt attend them. Actually, it was more unfortunate for them. Im always the life of the party. 

The timer starts. We're lowered into the arena. 

Tick tock on the clock. 

I look around. There seems to be random areas around the golden cornucopia. All the goodies wait for me. 

Tick tock on the clock. 

Tonight, Im going to fight until I see the sunlight of death. 

Tick tock on the clock. 

The Weldon party will never stop. 

Tick tock on the clock. 

Oh, woah, woah, woah, I dont know what Im doing. 

Tick tock on the clock. 

Oh shoot, I just need to run. 

GONG!

And Im running for my life into the Bloodbath.