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My head started to spin after I threw out the last bit of my lastly eaten meal I now can’t even recognize lying on the floor. My hand rested in my hair I have washed this morning, however now they seemed more oiled than ever. My body trembled in fear of losing my friends out there, but I was ready to end my life for theirs as it didn't seemed to matter any more. This wasn't my first battle, but somehow I felt it needed to become the last one.
I heard how others abetted out of their cells just to encourage the crowd to favour them, but I didn't see the need to show myself off or to be favoured. My only dream was to get out of this never ending circle, which went around as long as I remembered myself.
Fifteen years ago I managed to gather guts to disobey the rules as I went into the arena to save a random girl from a terrible death by her own family member, although I was just an usual spectator, a child really. But I have been remembering that terrifying moment as if it had happened just yesterday...