My life wasn't perfect, but who can say they've had a perfect life? There used to be a time where my smile was true, where I didn't smirk, where my laugh didn't come out forced. I was never vain nor arrogant but who would sponsor a 15 year old girl that had a heart that never cared for her looks, a girl that never wanted to kill other innocent children. I used to be happy with what I had, never once did I wish for more, I once believed luck had been on my side until the day the odds turned against me.
As a baby I had been found by the sea all alone with only a necklace around my neck, a pearl attached to the end of the chain. The couple that found me and claimed me as their own, they named me Anwyn, child of the sea it meant, I always loved my name until the day it was called. In District 4 I would be known as the mermaid, the child that was brought by the sea but to the capitol I would become their mermaid, I would never return to the sea nor would I swim free they captured me with a net and put me up for display. I once had a family, a father that always told me I was his little girl even though I truly wasn't his, a doting loving mother that loved me as though she had birthed me, and my two sisters, Marina and Coral. My little sisters oh how I miss them, how I wish I had seen them grow, to see them love, to swim and lay on the sand as we once had. But they had never truly been my family and the capitol made sure I knew that as they took them from me.
I thought the day I was reaped was the worst day of my life but how wrong I was. The day I won was the day I lost everything ''winning'' would be my worst mistake. The games did bring me something or rather someone, he would become my guide through my dark tunnel, he'd teach me to survive, but most of he'd teach me that love could be found even in the darkest of places. No my life wasn't perfect, but what victor can say their life is? When you win…no when you survive the games no one tells you the real games are just about to begin and all you can do is smile for the cameras and hope one day the games will finally end.
I survived the 70th Hunger Games, I was 15 when I became a killer, I did what I had to do to get back to my family to go home, I was 16 when everything was taken from me, the girl on fire isn't the only one with a story. I'll give you the story of a little girl that knew love, loss, and most of all she knew how to survive. I'm Anwyn Cresta and here is the story of a little mermaid that became a puppet with the capitol pulling the strings