I finally reach the door. I don't know how long I've been walking. All I know is that I'm really tired.
"Hello Rue," I hear a voice come from behind me. I turn around to see a beautiful man with a halo. He has brown hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. He also has excellent posture and is a little taller than me. He looks about my age. I see his stomach and finally I remembermy stomach. I look at it to see that the nasty hole left by the spear is gone. Then I look back up to the beautiful boy. I'm guessing he's an angel.
"How do you know my name?" I ask him.
"I'm your angel. I keep watch over you-," he begins.
"So, are you supposed to keep me safe or something? Because if you are, you're not very good at your job," I interrupt. After all, I am dead.
"No, that was another angel's job. Up until the reaping he was doing a great job, but he got sick around the time of the reaping. He fell behind in work and couldn't prevent you from being pulled from the reaping ball. After all the tributes are selected, fate is sealed for them. He just couldn't help you. After this particular reaping, fate was sealed for almost everyone in Panem," he explains.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"This reaping was very um...special. The victors of these Hunger Games will change the world forever." he tells me.
"What did you mean, and did you just, DID YOU JUST SAY THE VICTORS?" I ask him as I realize what was implied.
"Oh no! I've revealed too much about this. I'm sorry, but you're just too stressed out right now. You've had a long jorney here and um...I was suppossed to wait until tomorrow to tell you. Although I can tell you something else," he says, trying to assure me that I was being informed with what was happening.
I see the look in his eyes. It tells me that he wishes he could tell me, but can't. He doesn't want me to keep asking him. "Okay," I say. "What can you tell me?"
I see the relieved look on his face. "As I was going to say earlier before we got off track, I am your angel. I keep watch over you after you die. I was assigned to you the second I was born and trained vigorously for this moment. I was assigned to be your angel because I am around your age. We will always want the same things, talking, silence, naps, and things like that because of our age."
"Oh. That makes sense. Throughout your life teenagers want different things. When they're growing a lot they want naps, when they have long days they want silence, when they have boring days they want to talk." I say.
"Yes. So you see what I mean," he says looking happy. "Now follow me."
I follow him through the large door. We're in a little room now.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this," he says looking guilty.
"Do what?" I ask, right as he reaches up and puts a blindfold on me. "What are you doing?" I manage to say in my surprise.
"I'm sorry, but they just don't want you to see a lot of stuff yet," he says. I can hear the pain in his voice. He doesn't want to do this to me. Even though I've just met him, he's known me all his life. I'm like a life-long friend to him.
"Okay," I say as I settle down. He leads me down what I guess is a long hall. Eventually, I hear him open a door and he leads me inside it. He closes the door. We walk a little bit more and go through two more doors. Eventually we stop.
"We're here," he says as he takes of the blindfold.
I open my eyes. "It's beautiful!" I say. The room exactly represents me: a music player because of my love for music, a bunk bed because of my high placement at harvest, flowers in a vase on the nightstand next to the bed. I also see I door that I'm guessing leads to a restroom.
"I hoped you would like it," he says. "Since I'm your angel, I had to pick out the furniture."
"Thank you. You did an amazing job," I say, reassuring him.
"That's great to hear," he says. "I'd better get going. My room's right nextdoor if you need anything."
That's great to hear because so far, he's the only one I know and the only one I would feel comfortable talking to about Hunger Games nightmares.
"Wait," I say. "I never got you name."
"It's Robert," he says. "Well, goodnight."
"Goodnight," I respond. He starts to leave, but instead, I run up and hug him. He seems surprised at first, but then happy to return the hug. I really needed this hug. I just died.
I finally let go and so does he. He looks sad as he leaves.
I turn around to get into bed. I don't care if I'm still wearing the clothes from the arena, I'm too tired to change into pajamas.
Once I get in bed, I look around. I notice something I didn't notice before. On the nightstand, there's a picture. I'm on the top bunk so I can't really see it. I climb down to see what the picture is.
When I get a good look at the picture, I realize that it's of me and Katniss. It's from the first night of our alliance. We were up the the tree, sharing her sleeping bag. I'm cuddling up to her because I trust her, and she doesn't seem to mind. Yes, it was the first night, but it was also our last. It's a sad picture, but it's also the most meaningful picture anyone could ever give me.
I feel a tear run down my cheek. I wipe it away and climb back up to the top bunk. I get comfortable and wonder what information Robert will tell me tomorrow that he couldn't tell me today.
As I drift off into sleep, I see a lot of pictures. My family. My friends. My home. Katniss. They're all gone now. Well, I guess that when they die, they'll come here too. The last image to flash before my eyes is Robert, my beautiful angel.