A sequel to my story 23 and A Victor this follows the Victor of the 49th Hunger games, Kylass Glade
Kylass~
I hated being a victor, I hated interviews, and I hated my prep team.
They were constantly asking questions, stating the obvious and discussing what to do with the scar on my leg. I hated that scar; it wasn't really wide it was just long, I was informed it was the one car that wasn't going away, figures. The only physical scar that bothers me emotionally I'm stuck with. I remember when Alex gave it to me, the final battle. He was under my trident I didn't want to kill another person, but I had to. For Chase, for my dad,
I couldn't wait to get home. And see my dad. I had my victor's interview today and I had to watch the recap of the games, then I could go home. The recap, I didn't want to have to watch it, but I had too. Just another reason I hated the Capitol, making Victors suffer, as if they haven't suffered enough already. I had nightmares constantly. In most of them Alex or Arron is after me, and in most, they kill me, in others I'm back in the arena with Chase, and suddenly he just falls over bleeding, looking just like did was in the meadow.
How ironic it was really the Gamemakers forced us to fight in a meadow, there were little flowers blooming, it was actually rather pretty, that was until the grass and flowers became blood stained.
I'm haunted by words now, Alex's words, Arron's words, Seraphin's words, Kimberly's words, Carmella's words at the feast, you don't realize how much these things effect you until after.
It was interview time, they put me in a long flowy sundress, the top was pure white the white slowly faded to blue and the blue got darker until the end. My stylist, who I actually didn't mind, unlike my stupid prep team, thought I would rather wear a longer dress. He was right, I hated seeing that scar, I was glad someone in the Capitol understood me.
Marina, also seemed to know how I felt. She knew not to bring up the games, she knew I wasn't ready to talk yet. I would probably never be able to talk about it, I hated talking, I keep my emotions buried, It was just who I was.
"Time for your interview, Good luck." My stylist knew how much I was dreading this.
"Thanks." I wish I could skip this, I hated talking and I hated the games, both of which I would be dealing with, I'd not only have to watch the games, but I'd have to talk about them.
Do you guys like the name of this or should I name it something else? I can't name things to save my life lol...
It's not great, but it's a start… I will try to update this often, so look for updates!