A/N: Hi Guys, so let me cut to the chase. This is my new story titled Death Wish. It will be a mash-up of M.I. High and The Hunger Games. I hope you will enjoy. I am sorry about the late delays for all my other stories but I will be sure to update ASAP. Thank you for your co-operation and by sticking by me. It really means a lot. I am sorry this chapter is short. The next one will be longer. I promise.
Happy Reading,
Ains :)
Zoe's P.O.V.
I wake up once again with the same recurring nightmare I've been having. It has now officially taken a toll on me. This is the third night. At first, I thought it was just a one time thing but obviously isn't. I'm scared for my life. As for the other people involved. The dream is so realistic. So I sit upright and lay there. I can't stand the thought of going to sleep again. So I get up and silently and walk out of my beloved home. I wander the lonely deserted streets that are filled with nothing but the sense of loneliness and the sound of silence. I'm faced with the grim reality of being here for the last time. Before the Reaping Night tomorrow. This is where 2 boys and 2 girls of each ages 12-18 are reaped into Death Wish. So 2 boys that are 12 years old, 2 girls that are 12 years old etc. So in total 24 people are reaped. I am filled with the same feeling each year. Every year that passes by makes me realise how lucky I am. But I get the feeling that my luck is going to run out. This year I feel like I can't get a grip on anything these days. So, I swallow hard and suck it up. Or else I'll lose everything I ever love and ever cared about.
Reaping Night…
Zoe's P.O.V.
I here the 15 year old girl get called spine tingling feeling consumes me. Then the 16 year old boy gets called out and I feel like I'm gonna faint.
"Daniel Morgan".
I stand there speechless, what am I meant to think. So many thoughts are buzzing around in my head I can't think. My thoughts get cut off when they call the 16 year old girl.
"Zoe London".
I hear my name. I hear my name ringing through my head over and over. I'm not even in the games and it already feels like torture. I got a feeling in my gut that this was going to happen. But now that it's actually happening makes it 10 times worse. So I start to make my way up to the stage. I feel eyes staring at me as tears start to form. I try not to cry because they will play again before the games and I don't want to be seen as an easy target. So I climb the stairs and just look out at the sea of faces. Looking worried and scared. I blank out hearing the names of the 17 and 18 year old boys and girls. I just get my head around it. I shut my eyes and breathe a technique I commonly use to keep myself calm. I do this before I am summoned away from the life I know and love.