Raina

I can't die like this.
I don't cry for help. I'm sure they know that I need it.

I carefully reach for my knife and firmly grasp it. How am I supposed to see where it is? It's pitch black.
Maybe it's better if I don't see what vile face it possesses.

"Stab it's body to the left!" I hear the distant voice through my ear piece.
Peeta.
I do as I'm told and repetitively dig it into its flesh. It squeaks like I've stepped on a dog.
I have enough strength to push its huge furry body off of me and I scramble to my stinging feet.

"Pull me up before more come to kill me!"

I turn to face the hole, and Kolton is already hanging upside down to lift me up.
I hold my arms out to him like a child to their parents.
He grabs my arms and Talisa and Roman pull the both of us up.
As I hit familiar bloody dirt, I can't help but feel relieved.
Three bodies pull me into a hug.

"Are you okay?" Talisa examines my scratches and dirty body.

"Peachy." I reply.

"We have to move, now. They can still be after us." says Roman.

"And go where?"

"Anywhere but here. Move it!"

We run in the direction we came when the games first started.

We're leaving the maze.

"Where do we go?" I whisper into my ear piece, hoping Katniss will answer.

"Keep running. The careers are in there." I hear Katniss tell me a few minutes after asking.

From being in the dark for so long, I can't see a thing once we reach the exit. My eyesight makes me vulnerable until I put sunglasses on. The others follow my idea.

"Where to now?" asks Talisa.

I look to my left, and there's nothing worth being wrapped into. But on my right I see a jungle that leads to a beach.

"We can take shelter in there. Find a water source."

They don't object my suggestion and that's where we take off to.
We get used to the light quickly and take off our sunglasses.

As we walk, I don't swallow the pain I am feeling. I moan in frustration as I trail behind them, whereas my left leg can't handle it.

"I need to see what the mutt did to me."

I sit on a rock and pull my pant leg up. A gash in the shape of teeth marks trail up my skin.

They reluctantly stop, and they roll their eyes.
As I pour drops of water onto the wound, they all stand there with their arms crossed as they tap their feet. Refusing to help me and staring.

"Sure. Let's just wait around on the kid again. Can't you see you're slowing us down?" Roman digs his nails into a nearby tree as he spits at me more un-comforting things.

My eyes begin to water, and I try not to pay attention to him talking as I scramble quickly through the first aid kit I made out of herbs and medicines for all of us.

"Raina, you are not going to say anything either? You're seriously just going to take even longer! All we've done since these games started was save your little ass! Can't you at least apologize for the burden you've put on us?"

Roman takes his anger out even more by throwing a pair of sunglasses in my direction. I lift my head up and pivot to the side before it nearly hits me.

"Roman!" Talisa and Kolton said sternly. Talisa hits him upside the head and Kolton nearly punches him.

I can't stop the few tears from flowing as I keep my head down again. An odd, birdlike small crying sound escapes my mouth before I throw half the first aid kit to the ground. I pick up the medicine that Finnick sent me and look down at it. Tears drop onto the metal container before I chuck it hard at a tree far away.
I continue emptying the kit out of rage and throw things in different directions.

Their eyes widen, and they slowly change back to neutral positions with one another.

"He's right. I'm just a stupid kid. You all should just go and leave. All I've done was try my best to keep you guys and myself alive, but I guess I'm not doing such a great job. I'm no use to anyone or anything and I don't know why I joined this alliance. I'm as good as dead anyway! I don't want to be in this alliance anymore because all I do is bring careers and mutts or problems!"
I ramble on and on until I stand up and scream,

"I don't even know why I'm alive! What am I still doing here? THERE'S NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT I'LL EVER MAKE IT HOME!"

I throw my backpack on the ground as hard as I can and reach into my belt for my knife.

"No!" Kolton and Talisa scream and run over to me as I violently sob, trying to get my stupid knife that's caught on the fabric of my belt.

"Just kill me," I hyperventilate. "Please just kill me!"

Kolton picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as I scream. He walks further into the jungle. I hit his back, kick and cry like the child I am as we reach the beach.

"Let me go! Let me die you bitch! Nobody needs me!"

"I told you already you idiot! I need you!" shouts Kolton.

As I stop yelling minor profanities for a moment and sniffle, I see Roman trailing a foot behind pulled from the ear by Talisa. Tears water his eyes and I sneeze, getting snot all over me. I yelp in disgust.
Talisa giggles for a second, and reaches her hand out with a cloth from the first aid kit to wipe my face.

He places me down on the sand as I let myself fall on my butt.

I hug my knees and cry silently, letting my vision become blurry.

"I wish the mutts killed me. I wish the mutts killed me!" I continue to whisper to myself.

Kolton sits beside me and pulls me into his chest while I cry.
Talisa takes a minute to sit down due to her pregnancy and she takes me from him and runs a hand in my probably ratty hair.

"I want Katniss." I whine like a baby into her shirt.

"I know you do. You'll see her."

It takes roughly ten minutes for me to calm down.

"I don't understand why I'm still here." I finally speak.

"Don't say that. You're going to live as long as I have anything to say about it." she whispers.

I wipe my nose with my sleeve.

"But a baby can't win the hunger games." I protest.

"You really think a pregnant girl can either?"

"Or someone stubborn like me?" Kolton buts in.

"Or a raging asshole like me."

We turn to the side to see Roman rubbing his neck. He holds the first aid kit. He must have collected the things I threw all over the place.

"I shouldn't have said anything like that. You saved my life more times than I realized. Sure, you're a kid. But... Aren't we all?" He gives me a small smile, and I return it.

"Now, let's take a look at that bite, shall we?" he opens the first aid kit and begins to himself tend to my horrid wound. It's even worse than when I last looked at it.

He asks me to tell them a story about my family to calm my nerves, but I decline the offer saying I will not be going back to them even if I wanted to, so there was no use talking about them.

"Why is that?" Talisa asks.

"Because it's their fault I'm in here. They chose me."

They let the subject of my family go. Roman instead tells a story about his life growing up in an orphanage, and how the woman there chose him for the games out of the 43 children there.

Katniss
I nearly had a heart attack watching what went on.
Peeta got too stressed and retreated to our bedroom.

"Haymitch!" I yell from the living room.

He stumbles in and leans against the frame of the door.

"What's the issue sweetheart?"

"Where is the gamemaker's room?" I ask.

"Across the street.. Building 101 on the top floor."

I nod in thanks, and head to our bedroom.
Peeta lays on his stomach, his face into his pillow.

"Get up and put some clothes on." I demand.

"Where are we going?" he turns to look at me.

"To talk to Plutarch."