One. That was it.
One more kill then I could go home.
Home.
Would my family even want to be around a ruthless killer? Would my sister be afraid of me? Why wouldn't she be. I just wanted to get out of the arena. Then I could figure things out. Maybe. I still had to find this girl from district seven.
I have already discovered my method of winning.
The force field. Victory was so close I could... taste the Capitol food for my victory dinner. This district seven girl is getting on my nerve however. She can't seem to find me and I know in no time the Gamemakers will send a fire or such to bring us together. They had no patience and I was banking on the little they had. There, a noise. A crunch of leaves. Yes. I have her just where I want her. It won't be long now until she sees me. I am sitting-well standing now behind a tree next to the force field. She spotted me. She throws her ax at me. I dodge it. Just in time it would've been a kill shot. I stay down and it boomerangs back up and hits her right in the jugular. She is choking now. I look away so I don't have to witness her gruesome death. I know that if I don't it will stay with me for the rest of my life. But the noises. They are horrific. I close my ears and walk about a hundred yards away. Then boom the cannon goes off. The hovercraft is coming. They pick her up first. I wait and soon enough they are soon picking me up. I get on and I attack the Peacekeepers. I soon feel numbness. I get dizzy but I am still trying to attack them. I'm guessing another needle is lodged into my back because I fall down and everything is black.
I wake up in a haze. I can't remember anything. Frankly I am having a difficult time remembering who I am. Everything is white in the room I am at. I am locked to the bed. I try to pull my hands out of the handcuff like chains and I am starting to feel dizzy again. I am knocked out once again. They must have figured a way to put a needle there so if I try to leave I will be knocked out again. This time while I am passed out, I have vivid dreams.
They are of district twelve and my family disowning me. They are throwing rocks at me. I stay in my Victor's Village alone. I start drinking to wash away the pain. Most of the time I am passed out on a couch because of this. I dream of having to be a mentor and every year everyone I know goes in and dies at the bloodbath. Except for one. She makes it to the final six and is shot by an arrow. I look closer and see that is my sister.
I cry. I wake up covered in perspiration and tears. The locks have escaped my hands and I am free to move anywhere I choose but I stay in my bed and sit there and cry. What did I become? A once youthful, sarcastic teen now a killing machine drip.