My Only Escape
I watch the girl as she skips along the road, girls all around her.
But no boy.
Today is the day I will finally ask my secret crush out on a date. I have it all planned out. We will go have a picnic at sundown and watch the sun sink down under the white, puffy clouds.
Everything would have been perfect, she would have been mine and me hers.
If it wasn't Reaping day. Reaping day for the 50th Hunger Games, the second Quarter Quell. Reaping day for 48 unlucky tributes.
"Maysilee Donner"
Her name rings out as clear as day. I can't help but gasp as the girl I love confidently makes her way to the stage.
The odds are obviously not in my favor today.
"Haymitch Abernathy"
Yep, today's not a good day.
The other two tributes, Maysilee, and I shake hands. I can't bring myself to look away as I stare straight into the eyes of the girl I love.
Too bad our love doesn't stand a chance.
She doesn't have feelings for me, but I run to her anyway. Only one can come out, but I run to her anyway. There are only 7 left, but I run to her anyway. Her scream pierces the air and I sit down next to her stroking the hair out of her face. I hold her in my arms and whisper to her.
"Shhh, Maysilee, sweetie, it's going to be alright."
She's sobbing now
My tears fall on her cheeks and I whisper in her ear, the last words she will ever hear.
"I love you" Her heart stops and she falls asleep, never to wake up.
I am so angry, and that night the Games end. I kill everyone left. For Maysilee. I am crowned Victor of the 50th Annual Hunger Games.
But I don't even remember how I won.
All the memories are drowned in alcohol as I take a first drink.
I don't even remember what Maysilee Donner looks like.
But who gives a crap?