Maristela Freesia's 100 Theme Challenge, Theme 3: Dark. Read and review! Enjoy!
Nightmares aren't only for night. I wake up, dreading them. Sleep is not a haven; waking provides no relief. At least that's how it was in the Games. And they didn't leave when it was over.
The whole thing seemed like night for me. All a huge nightmare. I never wanted to kill; but I always wanted to live. I thought that after the Games were over it would all go away. But I was stupid to think that such things were possible. Of course they weren't. The nightmares never left. I stare at the back of my eyelids each night, each of the faces of the kids - kids - that I killed... it makes me wish that I had died. I remembered all of their names. All of their faces.
Everything. It all etched itself into my memory, never to leave. I wish it would. But it all remains so dark, so filled with death. I truly wish I had died. Me, instead of them. I never thought that it would stay with me; I would do anything to make it go away. I would die. I wish I could; I'm expecting it anyday now. For more darkness to come to end the dark of my life; but I hope that after I die there is no more darkness. I hope I can finally see light again. If light even exists.
My name is Klide Evanston. I won the first Hunger Games. And that has made my life one night, all of it filled with nightmares, all of it filled with the dark.