just a number
she will not be relegated to what they label her.
Her tag in the District Two hospital reads: 534231.
Coincidence, they say. But her mother, the woman gasping her last breaths on a hospital bed, sees them for what they really are: a downward spiral.
She's daughter number 3 if you disregard the fact the other two never saw, never cried, never lived.
But really, being a daughter was always being number 2 in her father's eyes.
She's number 4 in her training class - number 1, if you only look at the females.
It's not enough.
She's Cato's 1st kiss, 1st fling, 1st fuck, 1st everything.
Cato is only her 9th, and honestly, she can't bring herself to care what she means to him.
When she arrives at the Capitol, she's 2. That number alone holds so much weight.
It's good she performs well under pressure.
To the Gamemakers, she's a 10.
Twelve scores an 11, and she is only a 10.
She's the 1st killer in the arena, and the 19th to die.
Forever 16 years old, they will say.
She is the 1797th child to die in the Hunger Games, as Snow's pawn for his reign of fear and destruction.
But the number that matters most?
She gives exactly zero fucks.
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