I've been into drabbles and oneshots as of late.

D I S C L A I M E R : disclaimed.


Gone.

The Hunger Games took everything away from me. First they took away my the love of my life. They took my only friend away. Then they took my life. Her name was Sofiel. She was picked to be our female tribute to represent our district. I was forced to watch, helpless, everyday as she fought for her life in the arena full of ancient ruins. I watched as she went into the top 10, the top 8, the top 4, the top 2, and finally...finally she became the victor.

I never really got her back. Sure, she survived physically. But inside, she was a mess. She'd seen so much, done so much and felt so guilty for all of the people whose lives she ended.

After the tour, after looking at the faces of the friends and families of then children she killed, she felt so guilty.

"It'll be okay," I told her the day she got back, but she didn't speak. "You survived and that's all that matters."

Quick as a flash, her pale white face glared at me.

"And what about all of the people I killed? They were just kids. Like you and me. They were just kids."

I didn't know what to say to that.

The next day, the boy who delivered her bread caught a glimpse of her cold. limp body hanging from her ceiling.

The love of my life was dead.

I don't remember how long I cried. My chest was filled with nothing but sorrow and hatred. This was the Capitols' fault. how could they do this to me? To her? To everyone?

My best friend was no longer with me.

My reason to live was nonexistent.

I had nothing to live for.

Everything I had ever loved and lived for was gone.

I took her golden dagger and placed it over my heart.

This is the end, I told myself.

"Sofiel," I whispered as the darkness closed around me.