A/N: Hey! I'm back with another chapter of Surviving the simulations! This time we hear from another Simulation Survivor and learn a bit more about what life is like in Project Simulation, and Zyra.
Uhh. Warning , almost suicide mentioned.
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I hate the capitol.
I hate the Capitol. I really do. Even though the Resistance did their job, it's still, really. Capitol.
Flinching as I bring my leg up on the table, I think back to the hell I just escaped. While the place was terrible, I had freinds, albeit we didn't do what normal freinds or kids do, but, going into torture with someone you trust, it makes hell, a little less hellish.
FlashBack
I'm so excited. I've finally gotten off the streets of nine, and I'm moving up in the world. I mean, the president personally invited me to join his Project Simulation. Here I have food, and a roof over my head. It might be all bland and white, but we have tiny apartments, and a giant Cafeteria, training facilities ( which I haven't seen yet), a pool, a leisure area, and a courtyard of sorts( haven't seen that yet either.) but at the moment I'm kinda lost. I'm looking for the NTE room, where my work here will begin. They said it's high tech, I wonder what I'll be working with. I don't know why they'd pick me for that… I have no experience.
I turn down a hallway, looking around, I think it's around here…
" Hey.. you know you get extra hours if they catch you in the closets? I made that mistake once." I look to see a girl standing there, with Chestnut brown hair, and green eyes.
" Oh. I didn't know.. Uh. Can you point me in the direction of the NTE room? I'm kinda lost."
Her face fell. " Your new aren't you?"
" Yeah.."
" Do you know what NTE stands for?
" No."
" New Torture Experiences."
" What?!"
" This isn't heaven buddy. It's hell." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. " Torture house is where you go when your not in your Sim, and they use torture contraptions on you. It's not as bad as the sim though."
" What is in the Sim?"
" The Hunger Games. Every sick idea the Gamemakers have, is used on us. We get fatally injured, were pronounced dead. Or we actually die.."
" Fatally injured?"
" Oh yeah. They do a crap job patchin ya, then they put you right back in.."
" How many games have you gone in?"
" Only one. Been here about six months.. they're probably going to throw me in again soon."
" What was your injury?"
" Didn't have one. I won."
" Oh.."
" Mhm. You should go to the courtyard. She the ones runnin. I think there's three goin right now."
" Ok. " I said, walking towards the main area. I then look back, " Hey. Thanks…"
" Zyra." She said. " Zyra Koore."
END FLASHBACK
I smiled, remembering Zyra's constant sarcasm, with every game she won. Every injury she got. I only went into six games, ( winning three) and I am pretty whacked. Zyra's won ten. Honestly, it's harder when you win.
FlashBack
"What the Hell?." Zyra laughed, doubling over.
The rest of the group also dying of laughter.
" You. Told Her that? That is the absolute worst pickup ever!" Taliah said laughing too.
" You are definitely not. The ladies man." Liam said. Pointing in my direction.
" Ok. Ok. That's enough of your terrible pickup lines." Zyra spoke, slapping my arm.
End Flashback
I smiled. These where the moments I cherished. It made Hell a lot better. Zyra, Taliah, Liam, Scotty, And I made quite the little band of tortured beings.
While there where bad memories, like when Zyra got burned. Or Tali's mauled leg, Liam's Eye. Scotty, Scotty lost his arm. And they didn't even get him another one. I hope they made it out. Because they were the ones to keep me alive.
FlashBack
I stood there, Knife in hand.. shaking, unaware If I could finish the deed. I thought, about they good things I'd seen here, my freinds, Zyra.. Zyra.
I turned to see her, standing there, mortified as she realized what he was about to do.
" No. no no no no no. No you don't!" She yelled, tears falling down her cheeks. I drop the knife, collapsing, her following, hugging him tightly.
" You. You were actually going to do it.. you where.." she stumbled.
" But y-you were there. Y-you stopped me.. thank you." I looked at her sobbing form, rubbing her back. And he realized, he did have reasons to live.
End Flashback
My Name is Tanner Roosizo, I'm 17 years old, victor of three hunger games, victim of six. And one question poses over everything,
Will my story ever be heard?
REMEMBER SCUICIDE SHOULD NEVER BE AN OPTION. EVER.
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