`Violets Are Blue`
The Ninth Hunger Games- my next project, my next worry, the President's next reason to wring my neck if all goes wrong. My main hope is to please him as I did last year with my rose arena. The victor, Lani Baldova, will be mentoring this time, maybe that'll give her tributes the edge they need to win. Then again, maybe not. Last year's winner wasn't exactly normal- but enough of that.
"Amacus?" The President knocks on my door and enters without waiting for an answer.
"Yes sir?" I ask, already aware of the next question. I hide my drumming fingers under my desk along with my tapping foot. The President doesn't show fondness towards 'fidgeting cowards.'
"What are the plans for the arena this year?" He asks me. His voice stays calm, but his eyes hunt for a weakness. They scan me for any flaws to pounce on.
I gulp before answering, "I was thinking of an arena with a large scale. Everything will be bigger, except for the weapons, backpacks with they supplies and the tributes themselves,"
"Reasoning?" He doesn't miss a beat.
"To show the tributes that they are small. The Capitol is large and will forever enclose them; rule them; and control their fate," I decide to go with a rather morbid approach, hoping it will get the President's approval.
"Good work, Amacus. I'm impressed. This may not be your last year as Head Gamemaker," He smiles lightly and steps out of my office. His threat hangs heavy in the air, making me feel as trapped as the tributes will in the arena this year.
Lani Baldova, Previous Victor, Age-18
District Five
My heart thuds in my chest. There is never a moment of rest. I finished the victory tour hours ago, and now I'm preparing for the next Hunger Games. The reaping is in a mere twelve hours. I won the Hunger Game to live, to escape the madness, but it seems to be following me.
Of course, I never thought I'd be completely free. I knew that the memories of those who fell in my path would haunt me- and they have. Aiden and Calico creep into my dreams. I watch them die over and over again. I see myself push Canzi to her death. I hear the cannons. I glare at the roses in the arena.
There isn't a night when I don't wake up covered in a cold sweat, screaming. But I pull through because that's the only thing I can do. The tears never stop falling and soon I'm afraid I'll be drained.
The worst is that I find myself acting like someone I'm not. Rather than spend my days with my family, I sit in my room alone or with my cats. I can't even relate to my sisters now. They don't know the horror I've been through. Seeing it is one thing; living it is another.
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