A godly dance [Rex vs Arianna Day 3]
Mar 9, 2019 15:56:59 GMT -5
Post by Noah Vau - D2 (Cato) on Mar 9, 2019 15:56:59 GMT -5
Rex Antilles
It's a challenge. Being alone when all I want is someone to talk to. I miss the interactions. I miss just having someone to ask me how my day is going, but being alone is better than having friends. It's hard and complicated, and I don't know if anyone will ever understand. I just want to see another face. To see how someone is doing, but at the same time I don't because I know what it'll mean, and that's not what I want right now. The nights are long, and I don't know what to do through them. I don't have anyone to keep an eye out for me. I don't have anything to save me, but my stomach is growling, and my tongue is dry, and my head is throbbing. Hunger is something I've experienced a lot, yet this is the longest I've ever been without anything to drink even though I have a full jug in my backpack. I have to save it. I need it to last just a little longer before diving in.
The ground is hard, but at least I have my poncho spread out to somewhat keep me off the elements. I have nothing to get me comfortable though. I didn't have the best bed back home, but even the springs piercing through the mattress is better than this. I can't complain though since I did it to myself. I sigh as I fold my backpack up under my head and stare at the stars in the sky. Just one face appeared in the sky again tonight. The male from seven which means only two people have died. Twenty-two of us are left, and it petrifies me knowing that several others still want me dead. At least my district partner is alive. At least she's still making her way through. I wonder if she has any allies to help her out. I wonder what she feels like. I hope she's not injured, and I hope she's okay. I close my eyes, and tonight I drift off to sleep with no problems.
My entire body aches when morning rolls around. I feel like I've been ran over by a train. My knees are throbbing, and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth, and my head feels like it's about to explode. Water will offer relief. It'll make me feel better, and food will do the same. At least my stomach isn't growling anymore. At least I know I can push those feelings away, but it's hard to see when black spots flash before my eyes, and even sitting up makes me dizzy. I'm alone though. I'm so very alone, and I know I can't make a difference, and I can't change anything at all. I fold up my poncho and put it in my bag, and I'm prepared to set out to maybe find some more relief from the hot sun radiating on my neck. Even getting on my feet is hard because the entire world is spinning around, and I can't remember the last time I actually used the bathroom. Dehydration is one way I don't want to die. I hope I can get relief soon even if it means devouring my jug of water sitting in my backpack now.
I slowly walk around while keeping my fingers pressed against my temples. This is torture, and nobody should ever have to go through this, and knowing that I could've stayed home is slightly troubling right now. I hold an axe loosely in my hand prepared to fight. I don't know what will come my way. I don't know what to even think about right now, but I just keep willing myself forward. I keep telling myself this'll be worth it. That I just need to find a place to sit down and relax and drink my water and eat the awful plants that I have. It's too easy though. I'm sure a mutt will come my way if I don't find another person soon. I'd rather face a mutt. I'd rather kill another creature than a human being. It's easier, and I proved to myself that I could yesterday. It's not easy. I just can't imagine trying to place a mutts face on a human in attempt to stay alive. It might work, but it may not. I just hope to never find out.
81st Hunger Games
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