A/N: Umm... I always love writing in this style... though I'm not particularly good at it... am I?
You tell me. Go ahead, read it. Please.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.
6. Innocence
Yeah, that's a joke if I ever heard one. I mean, you actually think anyone here is innocent any more? Really? You're not just pulling my leg, are you?
No? Well, let me tell you something. Not one of us has any right to the word innocence. We've killed time and time again, and so have you. Don't look at me like that, and don't deny it! You know you have! I know you see their faces at night; you spend the dark hours trying to get away from them and sleep – as if that's possible. We all try to do that, and the best we can do is drink until our eyes are so blurred that we can't make them out. But they're not going away, and you wanna know why?
It's because we're guilty. Guilty of the blood, guilty of the murder, guilty of dead kids younger than you. Guilty of failing to make amends.
Hear that? Guilty. Not innocent.