DISCLAIMER: I didn't own The Hunger Games in chapter 1, and I still don't own it! I only own me.
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Hope you like it!
~Fire
Peeta was just about to open his mouth to speak when Ash walked in the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything, he just looked at Peeta. Peeta smiled, a smile that only I saw through. Neither one of us wanted to have to tell Ash and Violet about the horrors known as the Hunger Games, but we had no choice at this point. Peeta began to tell the tale of the star-crossed lovers.
"Once, in a District 12 much different than the one we live in now, there was a boy and a girl. The girl's sister was picked at the reaping. The girl, not wanting her sister to be subjected to such awfulness, volunteered to take her place. She regarded this as a death sentence. The boy was reaped, but no one volunteered for him. He knew there could only be one victor, so he vowed to do anything he could to help that girl win. And so the star-crossed lovers were born…." He continued with the story, Ash and Violet's eyes glued to Peeta's face.
He had such a way with words, and he made our nightmare of a story sound better than it had been. His voice painted the story with such bright colors, and he even managed to tell the part about him being drugged with tracker jacker venom without breaking down and sobbing, but his voice took on a grimmer tone.
All in all, the story takes a couple hours to finish. But suddenly I feel as if a weight has been lifted from my heart. I no longer have to hide the truth from Ash and Violet. But a new weight settles on my heart. They will have to face the fears of the arena. And there's nothing I can do about it.
Violet looks at me, and crawls over to me. She rests her chin on my shoulder, and as I stroke her hair, I wish once again I could pause time. But no amount of wishing can change the truth. Ash just stares at Peeta, then lowers his head. I see a tear fall from his eyes. Peeta told the story beautifully, there was no doubt about it. But that doesn't erase the fact that we had been to hell and back.
"We're going to be in the Hunger Games, aren't we?" Ash said. He stated it like a fact, like he knew there was no other alternative. It was like he knew he wasn't going to be alive to see the victor. I knew he would do everything and anything to protect his sister.
"Yes." I replied. Why bother trying to hide him from the awfulness of the world anymore?
The T.V. in the living room emitted a small beep to alert the inhabitants of this home that it was about to broadcast a message from the Capitol. Dread settled in my heart.
It was time for President Snow to announce the chosen tributes.
~Yeah, I know this chapter was short, but I promise to make it up in the next chapter!
~Fire