One Person and Hate {Surge - Day 1}

My legs were hot, but they felt clean and well pretty good for a hot day. I felt as if I was lost in the sand in the blood. I walked and walked. All I could think of was water… and my legs since I now had no pants. I sigh with frustration, what the hell had I been thinking. I was now covered in the blood red sand and I had only a few scraped of my pants. I needed water to drink and bath in. God help me. I scan the land around me, but all I saw was sand. I look again, but I still saw nothing.

My mind flashes to home and to my family. I hoped my father was alright. I wanted to go home, but most of all I just couldn’t let my father see me die. Genies eyes flash before me. The eyes that I had taken one last look into before I had mounted the steps. They had been full of sadness, worry and fear. I wanted to see those eyes again. I wanted to see them in any other place rather than my dreams or death. I wanted my family. A smile creeps onto my face as I remember a girl that had ran into me. She had been running from her lifes problems. I had taken her in. Oh boy how creepy that girl had been. I had almost freaked when she had grabbed my hand, insisting that I should lead her home. She was a little scary.

Flashes of the bloodbath keep hitting me, but above them all one stands out the most. Seepie. The little girl I had spoken to on the train. The girl that had been perhaps my friend, but most important of all my district partner, my only memory of a place I didn’t know I would see again. Then she was ripped from my life. I couldn’t say I didn’t expect it. I expected so many people to die in the games. Everyone except one, but that still doesn’t mean I had wanted to see her die in the first minutes. She was all I had. The only thing that resembled home. Now I had nothing. I felt a bile rise up in me as I though I was going to be sick.

She hit her, she struck down Seepie, taking her arm and leaving her to die. That stupid district one bitch, she had killed her.

Surge had never felt so much anger in his life. Surge wanted her dead.

I glance around as sand whips my exposed legs. I flinch, then I started to wonder had I just walked away from maybe the only place in this desert. Crap, what if it was? I look to the place that I thought I had come from, but again I saw nothing. I think I was lost. I swallow hard, realising just how dry my throat had become. I keep walking further and further to what I could only call my death. Then it all ends. I reach the top of a rise and down below me I see a swamp. I see fucking water. I run. I sprint to the swamp. To my only hope.

I wonder if I will meet anyone.

{Surge has left the sand.}