One shot with an OC! Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games… well duh.
My neighbors chose me to die. They put my name on a ballot and voted for me just because I hate their children. They are forcing me to fight against others that are undoubtedly brutal. You don't send nice kids to the Quarter Quell. You send the rejects and the bullies.
It is sad to think that I am even betrayed by my family. They say that it is my fault that I have to finally fend for myself. They offer no sympathy and I question that they ever loved me. I know that it is true when they refuse to say goodbye to me. So I sit in a room for an hour waiting for a nonexistent friend. Even the gracious television host hesitates to show me any hospitality, but I am far from caring about anything anymore.
My mentor knows it is useless to even train me. She tells me to make it quick and I know exactly what to do. She tells me to make it quick and I know exactly what to do.
Adrenaline starts affecting me when I am standing on a platform getting ready for the games. I have planned some games of my own. Stepping off the plate and into the activated landmines looks painless and quick, but one of the mines doesn't work and I am forced to slowly burn to death. However painful it is, it feels better than betrayal.
A/N- sorry that this isn't one of the best fics that I've written, but I wrote it in one of my classes one day so I think it is ok under those circumstances.