Everyone who is following my multi-chapter story, "The Gamemaker" I am sorry for the delay. I am having trouble writing chapter 11. So in the meantime, I have posted some One-shots for my favorite characters (listed on bio). This is the third installment. Do not fret! I will have chapter 11 up by the end of this week! (Hopefully sooner, it depends on what my teachers decide to torture me with)

Losing Myself

No one can understand me, though I communicate clearly. It's not that I speak gibberish or nonsense, it's the way I speak English. I speak nervously, fast, and quietly. The Games have taken any trust or sense of security out of me. The Hunger Games never go away, even if your particular Hunger Games happened 65 years ago.

I used to be a trusting, loving person. I had a boyfriend. But then I was reaped for 10th Annual Hunger Games.

All my happiness disappeared in the Arena, never to find me again. I killed innocent children with fish hooks! Caught them in traps and killed them. I won the Games, but I lost myself.

Ever since, I have only found one person I love, one source of happiness.

Finnick Odair.

I mentored him and got him out of the blasted Arena. Mentor and victor, that's not the kind of bond that can be forgotten. I love him like a son, I got him out alive. He understands what I went through because he has been through the same horrors. Also, Finnick can understand my rapid speech.

I am like his grandmother, his guardian. Finnick comes to me for advice. I am the only family he has left. The Capitol killed his parents and siblings.

"Annie Cresta." I watch Finnick's love walks up to the stage. I realize that the poor girl Annie will never make it out of the arena again, she already went crazy in her first Games. If Annie dies, Finnick will never be the same. I see the way he looks at her and I know he is in love with this poor, crazy girl.

"I VOLUNTEER" No one notices my ramblings so I calmly mount the stage.

Annie is led down from the stage and I am now the female Tribute for the 75th Annual Hunger Games.

Then of course, Finnick is called from the Reaping ball. We shake hands and I see the sadness in his eyes.

He knows this 80 year old woman can not win the Hunger Games again.

I look at the waves licking the sand and as I watch the sunset over the water, I know I will never see the ocean again.

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I am told that we must protect Peeta and Katniss, that we are to die for the faces of the rebellion.

But that isn't why I walk into the deathly fog.

I am hobbling slowly toward my death because I cannot bear the nightmares and darkness that surrounds life in the arena. I told Finnick and he understands. I am losing myself all over again to the Hunger Games.

I whisper in his ear, "I am sorry, I love you. Win for me, Finny"

Then I give him a kiss on the cheek. I walk slowly toward the ominous fog. I twitch as the poison enter my body, but then there is no pain.

I hear my cannon boom before I am dead.

My last thought is "I'm going to a better place."

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