They never really wanted to go in the end. Sure, some had volunteered to go into the arenas, but in the end they never wanted to have even been there.
If they even made it out, that is. Many never did. But for those who did make it, they wish they had died. They wish their name had never been drawn, they never stepped forward.
They dream of all of the deaths, all the pain. They cannot escape it, even when they wake up and face the world. The screams they hear are an eeire broken record, a mind-numbing noise in the background.
Life is their blessing and their curse.
Their families are aware of the change in their children, it would be impossible to miss, and are secretly glad that their child made it. Even if they have to feel the pain everynight as their beloved child screams and screams and screams. Because every single one of those screams mean that they are alive, even if they are dead on the inside. Even if they become empty shells, they still live and breathe.
The household is stuck in limbo: few are glad for the life that was preserved and one wishes for the calm that only death can bring.
Only the victor really understands that once you enter the arena, you never come back. Even in death, no one leaves.
Because an easy death would just be too easy, wouldn't it?
A/N: Wow. Sorry I have not posted anything in forever. Also, sorry that this is so depressing. But I guess the entire series is depressing, even if it is amazingly good. SO, concstructive critisim please. NO FLAMES! Thanks for R &R-ing. XD