Sensory Detail Post

I looked down panting for my life at the cold, hard steel floor tainted with dark red blood. This is where my death will happen. I was fighting for my life just for the entertainment of our government but I wasn't born to fight. I was born smart, talented but not strong and violent. There wasn't a single way I could make it out of this cruel arena, that held the last 100 deaths, alive. The only way you can is to be the last one standing. 8 of the 12 kids who had a life and a family and people they cared and a wonderful life that was ahead of them have already died. I was surprised to make it this far into this deadly tournament but this wasn't fair either way. I lived in a cruel world where violence was entertainment. I never understood why the pain of others was so entertaining. I felt a boot kick me and knock the wind out of me, I rolled down the rough steel floor killing my back on the hard as rock floor every second I rolled trying to catch my breath but it was useless. I could already imagine my family back at home sobbing for months over my death. Just thinking about family made me think of home. Home sweet home where nothing was wrong and I wasn't dying. The thought made me feel warm inside but this situation quickly took it away. I couldn't even say good-bye to my friends and family. I didn't even get to tell the girl I had a crush on that I liked her. I didn't want my death to be like this. This wasn't a good ending for me, I wasn't going to die a hero or victim or something that people will remember. I'll die as a coward with regrets. I pushed those thoughts out of my head as they we're too sad to bear. I stood back up and gave this fight my last breath.