Hii! So this is not my other story buuutt its just a tiny drabble I wrote in class. I have not written a Hunger Games fanfic before so this is my first one. This is definitely not my best work and it was written very fast. Reviews please. J
Disclamer: I do not own anything.
Paranoia.
That's the worst thing about this arena.
Constantly checking over your shoulder to see if it is finally your time to die.
Every little crack, every gust of wind, sends shivers down my spine.
At least when I am being chased I know what is happening and the only thing I have time to think about is to RUN!
Without anything to do but wander and try to stay alive your mind starts to play tricks on you. Telling your brain that you saw something in the corner of your eye, causing you to spin around with wild eyes.
I'm sure the game makers laugh at us. Just pawns in their little game. I'm sure they love seeing us squirm. Maybe they make bets on who will go crazy first… As if there was time.
If I tried to take my own life would they kill me off before I could do it and make it look like it was just another part of the games? Or would they televise my suicide on live television for more entertainment?
Of course I couldn't put my thoughts into actions. I had responsibilities back home and I couldn't let Gale take care of his family as well as mine. I promised Prim that I would try to win, and I'm doing the best I can. But I don't know how much longer I have, 3 days, 3 hours, 3 minutes? I promised I would try, but right now, I slipping.
Paranoia.
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