Happiness is Just a Memory
This is an story based on the tributes of "Death is Just a Game" and "Fear is Just a Word" if you have not read those two stories yet, then I recommend that you do.
Have you ever wondered where the careers were while the girls were running from the Bigfeet?
Do you want to know what Dragan was up to while he was stuck in the snow marina and everyone else was in the Lake arena?
Would you like to know about Fret's past and how he accidently killed his schoolmate during a prank
Do you want to see what Colt was like before he won and went crazy in his head?
Do you want to know what Nat really thought about Casey or why Lenea was such a cold-blooded killer?
Welcome to Happiness is Just a Memory, where you get to see your favorite tributes again. Find out more about their past and what they did in the arena. See scenes that you didn't get to read about and see the same scenes in different point of views.
This will be a series of one shots and short stories. Don't worry, I will be putting most of my focus on writing Fear is Just a Word, but this is something fun for you to read.
And now, without further ado: Nat Henley and her thoughts on Casey. This takes place after the interviews, but before they were launched into the arena.
What bothered me the most about her was the way that he looked at her. As if she was the only girl in the world.
I wasn't his mother, but most days it seemed like I was. He was my only brother, and I wanted what was best for him.
But these were the Hunger Games and we would soon be thrown into an arena to fight to the death. I didn't need two people to take care of. I was determined enough to keep Colten alive, but I had no ties to Casey. The bigger the alliance, the harder it fell. It would be difficult to keep three of us alive. I was smart, but I wasn't strong or fast or big. I was short, and on the heavier side. If it weren't for Colten, then I would probably be a blood bath victim. But because I had him, I knew that I was going to make it far enough to make sure he won.
And Casey was going to jeopardize that.
Casey was the type of girl that I would never be friends with at school, even if we were forced to be together. We were the type that clashed no matter what. She was tall, skinny and pretty, and I was the exact opposite.
I could get outstanding grades without even trying, she probably got crappy grades even when she did study. I could solve a rubix cube in less than five minutes, she probably couldn't even get one side the same color in an hour. She's probably give up in two minutes.
I wasn't a quitter, I never had been. Even when life had gotten extremely tough. Like when I lost half my family in a month's time. My parents and the twins. I still had three siblings to care for though, so I toughed up and made sure that the three of them still had a childhood. Something I would never have again.
I'm sure she wasn't a bad girl. I'm sure she was nice, if she would quit with all her sarcastic remarks, and I'm sure that she liked my brother. But he was my brother, and I wasn't done spending time with him. I wasn't ready to give him up. Not to the statistics of the Hunger Games and not to a girl from eleven.
And seriously, he had to realize that she was going to die. That his heart would get broken. And I wouldn't be around to put his heart back together. I would be dead too. I wouldn't allow myself to think that Colt would die. Because he was going to live, I was going to make sure that happened. But Casey and I would both die.
Who would he turn to? Shyla and Delaney of course, our sisters. But they would be suffering from the loss of me as well, they wouldn't be able to help him get over the devastation of losing Casey.
Would they hate Colt for surviving? Would they hate me for dying? I wished that I could see my sisters again, I wanted to hug them and tell them that everything would be alright. But I knew I would never see them again.
And was it fair to Colt to let him survive while I died? How would he react? It was a well known fact that victors went crazy after they won. After all, who could blame them, they had just lived through hell. Would he be able to pick up the pieces and move on? Or would he go off the deep end? Would he turn to the bottle like that new mentor from twelve?
Was it better to die or live? I didn't know the answer. I probably never would. I hated not knowing, I always knew the answer. Except this one.
I didn't hate her. I just hated the fact that Colt thought he was in love with her.
For crying out loud, Colt was only fourteen. One did not find their soul mate at fourteen. I was eighteen, and I still hadn't even had a boyfriend!
Colt needed to live so he could move on with life and find someone else. He was only fourteen after all, he still had plenty of time to find someone else. Someone who wasn't condemned to die in the Games.
The numbers on the clock were moving quicker and quicker towards morning. Soon it would be time to get ready to launch.
The last days of my life began tomorrow. I would soon be but a memory.
I will take suggestions for what you want to see that was not shown in either Death is Just a Game or in Fear is Just a Word.
Review?
Yeah, I had to start with Nat, she was my favorite, and I miss writing about her.
~*Misty*~