The throne I sit in feels empty, like something is missing. The crown on my head feels out of place, like somebody else should be wearing it. The title I have received feels strange, like it belongs to someone else. Why is this? I won the Hunger Games. Why does it all feel so out of place? And then I remember why. Peeta is dead.
I suddenly snap back to reality, with Caeser Flickerman sitting nearby. The screen slowly lights up with Panem's seal. I watch with intensity as they show the reapings, highlighting District Twelve's. I clench my fists as Prim is reaped, only to be saved by me. I fight back tears as Peeta is called up, but my face remains stone cold. The film goes on, showing the chariot rides and interviews. And then the games begin. I feel the lump in my throat swell as I hear the gong and the tributes all rush to the cornucopia, trying not to die. But they all do, except for me.
Watching Rue die all over again was horrible, but watching me nursing Peeta back to health is worse. Because I know what happens. But none of this hurts me as much as the next scene.
Seneca Crane's voice booms throughout the arena, announcing only one of us can live. Peeta gives me a face full of regret as he pulls out the nightlock berries. The terrified look on my face answers his unasked question, but it doesn't stop him. Slowing swallowing the berries he utters his last words.
"I'm sorry."
A/N My first 'story'... not very good... I don't know if this has been done before, but I haven't seen it before...