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I once thought that winning the games was the worst part. I've never been so wrong in my whole life.
When I opened my eyes everything was bright. White walls, white light, white sheets. It was almost as if I had just woken up from a bad dream. I wish it was a bad dream.
"I won." I muttered.
It didn't felt like victory or like I had survived. I felt dead, I wished I was dead. I should have died in the arena.
"You did." I heard a familiar voice.
Looking to my right I blinked at the tall muscular figure that stood next to me. My mentor sat next to my bed, his sea-green eyes scanning me with a mix of relief and pain.
"I'm so happy to see you again Lana." He told me grabbing my hand.
I blinked a few more times as I remembered my last moments in the arena.
"It's you and me Reed." the tall blonde stated getting closer to me. "I must admit. When I first saw you I've never thought that you would survive until this point."
I didn't answer as I scanned all his movements. His left hand gripped a spear, the same he used to kill Peter. I hated him for killing my partner, but I didn't want to kill him.
The seventeen-year-old took a few more steps closer causing me to tight the grip I had in my throwing knives.
"I'm going home Lana. You can't stop me."
"I'm sorry Jax but I have to go home too." I apologized.
My words triggered him into charging in my direction, spear pointing right at me. Jax was strong and muscular, but he wasn't smart or any faster than me. With a quick movement I threw one of my knives hitting in his lower abdomen. He winced and I didn't wait for him to start moving again, throwing another knife I hit him in the chest.
Jax fell on his knees with a small stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. I got closer to him and kicked the spear out of his hands. He was now laughing and whimpering at the same time. He pierced my soul with his blue eyes filled Insanity and misery.
"Please, make it quick." He begged.
Holding my breath, I grabbed my last knife and with a quick movement I slit his throat. Blood spilled through the cut covering my hands.
As the cannon went off I felt myself falling to the ground. I curled myself and screamed at the top of my lungs as the voice that announced my victory before I started to cry. This wasn't victory. This was inhumane.
I swallowed the bump that formed in my throat from the memories.
"I can't go home Finnick." I said pushing myself up forcing myself to sit on the bed.
"Lana…"
"I can't… My mother. What will my mother think of me?" I questioned in a shaky voice.
Finnick tightened the grip on my hand causing me to look at him.
"You did what you had to do." The twenty-two year old spoke. " I'm sure she misses you and that she'll be happy to have you back."
I managed to form a small smile that lasted a few seconds before biting my lip to keep myself from crying.
"I shouldn't be the one here. Peter was stronger." I muttered " Jax was stronger… I should be dead."
"Don't say that." My mentor scolded in a soft voice "I'm happy you're here. I've never stopped believing you. I knew I would see you again. "
"Everyone saw the fragile little blonde girl from 4 . She turned out to be a ruthless killer…"
"You did what you had to do." Finnick insisted "We did what we had to do."