Hey people! Just a philosophical piece (: Not really long or anything, it'll just take a minute to read, several to reflect on it and some to review!
Suzanne Collins owns the character!
If you look at me, what do you see? Just a girl, black hair, grey eyes, nothing special. It's because you can't see those things from the outside. Now if your eyes slide on me, me, in a crowd of others my age. You won't notice me. Of course, you'll see I'm there, but, be honest; you won't give me a second thought.
But I can say something a few can. I have killed. Yes I'm nineteen. Then there's the question. What kind of sick, twisted, nineteen year old kills? I do. I did. When it's a question of life and death, humans reveal themselves to be quite ruthless and horrible. I'm the living proof of it. When you're thrown in an arena, obligated to kill other human beings in order to live, you'll find out you will do it.
It's not even that horrible on the spot. It's all in the aftermath. When the face you don't even know the name of come backs to haunt you. When you think, that face could have achieved something, could have lived a good life with a lovely wife and wonderful kids. But no. No, no, no. That face is dead. Of my own hands.
You see. You didn't notice me in the first place. But now that I tell you this, you're horrified. Yes, yes, I have killed. You can look at my hands; no blood stains them. But if you look inside my heart, you will see numerous things. Not all good.
Now look at me again. I can see the disgust staining your face. You will never look at me in the same way. Yet, a lot of people look at me. And not all of their faces are stained in disgust, like yours is. It's because you don't understand. You don't understand me. And now you're never going to try. Because you know. If you had come to know me before I told you, you would have accepted it. Accepted me.
But here's the truth: Life carries on. Even though there's something horrible you know about me, you're not going to spend the rest of your life reflecting on how horrible a person I am. You probably won't even come to think of it that often. Because that's the way it is. Life goes on, one way or another, painfully or easily.
No, I don't forget the nameless face. Yes, I am still ashamed of what I did. But look, I didn't have a choice. You would have done exactly the same thing if you were in my place.
So, whaddya think? You're welcome to spare a couple minutes of your valuable time to review! Thank you, awesome person that is reading this! You have no idea what it means to me (: