Come on in, the Water's Fine!{OPEN}

I smirk at the girl who is writhing in pain. She's sobbing, which catches me off guard. I wish my laughter could make a sound, so I could hear the loud bundle of joy pass through my lips. I know I look stupid now, standing here with eyes squinted, mouth wide open. I compose myself as I see her preparing to attack. I know that if I ever want to make it to my pack, I have to run. Now.

The problem is, I forgot that half of one of my legs is missing. I know I have to get to it the way I did before, by a fast crawl. I get on my hands and knees and escape as fast as I can, dodging brambles and limbs and stones, not bothering to see how fast the girl behind me is approaching. I keep crawling until I can tell that my backpack is my backpack and not a barely visible blue dot. I can only imagine that the girl is far behind me, for I haven't heard any signs of her behind me. I look over my shoulder, while still moving forward, and see the girl flying at me.

I'm struck with her sword before I even know what has hit me. I turn back around and see that my stump leg got caught in a hole, letting my opponent strike me with precision. She quickly stabs me in my bicep, drawing her sword. I remove my leg as quickly and carefully as I can, crawling farther and farther away from her. I know she's still following me, but at a slower pace. She knows I'm very weak; she knows that in just a few more slices I'll be dead. Of course, I could always kill her first. I slow down and take a swipe at her with my knife. It lightly cuts her stomach, causing me to grit my teeth in frustration.

I scramble away, leaving my knife in her. I have plenty in my pocket. I finally reach my pack and rip it open, pulling out a roll of thick bandage. I rip away a large wad of it, trying to patch up the cuts in my chest.

[Attacks Ali, Knife]
[dice=200+2000]
[Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage]

I know the second I feel a shift in weight on my left side that something is wrong. I could barely hear the remark about me being deaf. How much I wish I could scream and yell at her that I am not deaf! I'm mute! I'm tired of people assuming that just because I don't talk means that I'm deaf, and then when they talk about me like I can't hear them, I feel like exploding.

I put my hand to where my ear was, and in a few seconds I can already feel the blood soaking my hand. I pull it away and turn away at the site of the sticky red liquid. I see a flash of peach fly by me and cock my good ear towards the little girl. I only pick up the word fetch. How dare she throw my ear away, like it was a piece of garbage? She already has drank my blood, so why wouldn't she eat my flesh?

I'm about to draw it out in the mud with my stick when I begin to feel dizzy. I know now that I cannot win this fight without fainting. I know I have to try to hurt this girl. I pull out my bundle and throw every single knife at her, one by one. They all miss by veering to one side, being overthrown, or hitting the ground to quickly. Tears blind my vision in my fury. I don't care what this stupid, crazy little girl thinks of me now. I'll never see her again, and I'm glad about that. I don't want her to be my last sight before I black out, though.

I turn my head and try to find the closest thing to me. Just a few feet away is a yellow daffodil, fresh and young. I smile, taking in its beauty. The only thing I see before I faint is a bright blob of yellow.