Reality
Written for SneverusSnapers's one-shot challenge.
P.S. I do not own The Hunger Games
When you win the Hunger Games, everyone in your own district envies you. When you win the Hunger Games, everyone in the other 11 districts hate you. When you win the Hunger Games, everyone in the Capitol treats you like a god. When you win the Hunger Games, your life turns into a nightmare. I am from District 3 and my name is Erin Flight, victor of the 73rd Hunger Games. Everyone thinks victors have it all, but in fact we have the opposite. The Capitol rewards you handsomely if you win, pretending they are not the ones who will cause you all the suffering that will follow. But us victors, we know the truth. They nurse us back to health from the verge of death. I was barely 15 when I was reaped. I knew I had to win for my family. The nightmares are the worst of it. The faces of your fellow tributes come back from the dead every night, taunting you and accusing you of causing their death. During the days, memories of the arena come back to haunt you. When you go to The Capitol each year to mentor, the faces of those tributes join your nightmares too. Every year it gets worse .And yet, we have to pretend it doesn't happen. Now I have new nightmares. I have lost my control on the world. To everyone else, I am a gorgeous young woman with a free spirit. Truthfully, I am a hollow shell. Every night at The Capitol, I am reminded of my time in the arena and am torn apart even further. I went into the arena with my best friend and I made a promise to him as he lay there dying, I wouldn't turn to drink or morphling if I won. And by doing so, I took away my only form of escape. My family was targeted after I won. My little sister Tricity was thrown into the arena at the age of came back out… in a box delivered by hovercraft. My mother died in a warehouse accident shortly after my sister died. And when I found a soul-mate they took him too. Everyone thinks victors are strong and brave. Everyone thinks victors are clever and witty. Everyone thinks victors are fearless and untouchable. But the truth is victors are lucky. Victors are intelligent. Victors are more fearful then most. Victors are the most vulnerable.
I am nothing. My Hunger Games ended and took my soul with them.
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