Pain without Love
We were sitting down for dinner when the guards came. After breaking down the door they had an argument with mom and dad.
"Thalia has been chosen. You can't keep her from participating in the games. It the law that she participate." Mother wouldn't have it, but faltered in the end. Father faltered just after mother and I was torn away from my family.
-1 week later-
"Thalia. You wanna win this thing!" My trainer told me. I tried until my body felt like breaking.
"I'm trying!" I yelled. That snarky remark earned me a whip on the back. I guess that's when it started. My unrelenting love of pain. I love when someone inflicts pain on me. I guess it's because I'd rather feel pain, than nothing at all. I'd purposely screw up so I could get whipped. I guess he caught on. Because he stopped. In the year leading up to my 16th birthday, I recognized that I like it rough. Then, on my 16th birthday, I received the whipping of my life. Why? I set off a stink bomb in my trainer's room. Just for kicks.
-The Tributes-
"The tributes for district 9 are⦠Thalia de Grana. " I didn't hear the rest. I just heard my name. In district 9, we don't randomly decide. We get handpicked for the games. It's just the way we do it.
-Later-
It was a long ride to the training arena. It seemed to take forever. When we finally arrived, I took a power nap
