It's over, everyone says to me. They are so wrong. It never will be over. I am a murderer. I deserve to have died with them in that dreadful arena. I should have, but I didnt. There's nothing particularly diffrent or special about me. Then why did I win? People liked me? Probably not. I was the strongest? Not even close. The fastest? No not me. The smartest? Maybe, maybe thats what it was. I out smarted them.

"Soph?" Ellen knocks on my door. I jump up wielding my knife, I point it right at her. At this moment I forget who I am, that i'm safe, home in my house in district seven. All I think is ennemy. Must kill threat.

"Sophie!" Ellen looks scared "Please!"

I realize where I am. I just held a knife to my little sisters throat. I am a monster. I fall to the floor crying. She puts her small arm around me. I flinch, but I soon cry into her.

"Soph, things are never going to be the same. But I know who you are. I'm going to help you through this" she strokes my hair.

"No! Dont you see? I will never be ok again. I could have killed you! Like I killed them!"

"But you didn't" she reminds me. I guess she's right.

"Thank you"

"I'm here for you," she gets up "supper is ready, come down when your good" she leaves the room.

I slid into a corner, i'm still not me. I never will be. I think of the horrible things i've done. I don't know what im doing. When I look at my hands they work to sharpen my knife. I clutch it.

The fight is over, but the real world is just begining.