A/N: Third theme... probably the last one today...
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.
3. Dark
This is the time when I most wish I were home. If I could only light a candle or look at the moon. Just something to lift the darkness in the corner of the world that I inhabit.
Everyone would laugh if they knew I'm afraid of the dark, but I can't help it. Darkness is everywhere down in the mines, it's what happens when you die, and it's all around me right now.
I feel the solid ground underneath me and the dank air enveloping my being. I can't breathe. It's like I'm blind. I can see nothing, but I can feel it, and I need the images to go with the touch.
If I hate the dark so much, why'd I choose to sleep in a cave, you ask?
Easy. Because if I'm not in here, anyone can kill me, and that type of darkness doesn't end at morning.