Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of its characters.
Staring at an image through a glass painting. The resemblance is striking, same brunette hair, same body type, but the wild look in her eyes throws you off track.
She is a murderer. She killed other tributes in the game of death.
You try to reassure the reflection. You claim that the murderers were the serial killers protected by the screen. You suggest the murderer is the master mind behind more than 1702 deaths of children ranging from 12 to 18.
The reflection just smiles a sad smile back at you, and shake her head. Raindrop tears glistening in her cloud-like eyes.
"No, no," The reflection whispers in a small, tiny voice,"I appreciate your doubt in my faults, but was it the serial killers behind screens that raised the knife to his throat? Was it the master mind that sent the knife spiraling towards her heart?"
No, it wasn't them, it was you.
So you see the razor-sharp knife on your kitchen counter. It would be so easy to end your misery at this moment, it would be so simple to whisper goodbye with the blade. So tempted by the opportunity, you raise the knife and stri-
"No!" Your reflection screeches."That is a cowards way out! That is saying that they have won!" You ponder on her words for a moment. Then you put the knife down and continue with this miserable life you are forced to live,
You murderer.