Hey guys! My name is Derek, I'm from Brazil and I'm 16. I hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as I will surely do. Please, comment, so I can know whether you like you or not! Thank you very much. And now… May the odds ever be in your favor.
Sigh. I truly wish that I weren't awake. All of the present things were dreams. Bad dreams. But they are not. It is all real, no doubt.
"I know, I've been prepared to this, my whole life was pointed for just one single objective: The Hunger Games. But… I'm afraid. I can't think I'll make it, mother" Whispers and sighs were flying throughout my red-colored mouth. "What if..." My voice fails, ending in one tone. "What if I die?"
"No, no. Don't see it that way, Mark." Mother has a way of voice so calm, it makes me nervous. How can she be so calm when her son is about to leave to his soon-to-happen sudden death? "Your grandfather has been a winner of the Games. It is in your blood" Indeed. There is no way I can try to argue that. My grandfather, Kylar, won the 11th Edition of the Hunger Games, more than a decade ago. And now, my mother was counting on me. "It isn't reasonless why the District 5 is the district of Power. It is in your blood, Mark" Oh my God, please don't let me cry. Not now…
"I…" My voice kept on failing, over and over again. My hands shakes and my heart trembles, while the sweat kept on coming. "I just don't know. I'm not strong in the physical way, I always attack from far, and I'm not the best athlete you'll ever meet."
"You don't need to, sweetheart. You can do whatever you want. It is best this way. Maybe, you can't help making your fight the best in one single way… But you surely can make whatever is need able." I could see Mom tearing apart, word by word, phrase by phrase. "I mean, you can hunt, you can fight hand-to-hand, you can shoot the bow, and damn, you can even recognize plants. And besides, you run a lot." She had a shy smile, waiting for the right opportunity to come out and shine my heart. "You're special in your own way, Mark Anderson. I know you're going to win this" She promises.
I couldn't help to hug her, with the willing of never letting it go, even if I needed to take her to camp with me. She means everything to me. The silence and the heat of her arms, wrapped around me so gently makes me cry. Just the image of letting her alone hurt my heart so badly… I need to win the 68th edition of the Hunger Games. For mom. For the one and only I love.
Soon, the peacekeeper guarding the door slammed the door open, and headed for mom. We weren't poor, but she would have to be careful. We never know what can happen. "Mom, promise you'll guard yourself! You know how to find food and medicine, so DON'T HESITATE!" I wish we had more time to be together, maybe for the first time. The last thing I said was 'I love you', shouting out loud for the whole District 5 be able to hear me. I was teared down, no need to kill me. I am already dead. I have never felt so lonely, in my 16 years. Let the Hunger Games begins.