It's Time a Hunger Games Fanfic

by CouldISlytherin

Rosaleen was once a member of the Crossley family. One of the most well respected families in Ditrict 5. Sadly, this did not last. Her life fell apart, slowly. When Rosaleen was 17, she was thrown into the games. The 69th Hunger Games. She survived and was crown the victor. Now in the 75th Hunger Games she is suddenly thrown back in. She wants no part of this. She will do anything.

2. The Lonely Victor

CHAPTER 1:

Silence. That is what she was greeted with as she walked into her home. No, it was more like a shelter. A home is a place where you feel welcomed and loved. A place where you could be who you are without being judged. This definitely wasn't a home.

The feeling she got the moment she walked into that door was nowhere near the feeling of welcome or love. She felt cold and empty, but she was use to this feeling. Ever since Finch died, things haven't been the same.

She walked through her house, running her hand along the wall. Today was the day. The day she had to face her biggest fear. Today was the day she had to accept that she was truly dead, never to walk along these halls again. Today was the day where Rosaleen had to accept the death of Finch, her little sister.

The Victory tour had finally come to District 5. This was the time where the Victor, or in this case Victors talked about how "blessed" they are to be alive and how great the Capitol was. Rosaleen knew this all too well. She knew because she had done this once.

Yes, Rosaleen was the Victor of the 69th Hunger Games. The 8th victor for District 5. Rosaleen remembered having to face all of those families during the Victory tour. She had to face the people whose child, brother, sister, lover and even mother died so that she could live. She often wondered if it was even worth it to win. She should have died like all the others. Other times, she was glad to be alive. She was glad to be alive to witness the downfall of the Capitol.

Rosaleen wasn't stupid she knew what Katniss and Peeta did, had started a spark. A spark that Rosaleen wanted so badly to ignite, but she couldn't. At least she couldn't alone.

She walked throughout her house for no particular reason. She just sat, watched and waited. Just like she did in the Games. That's also what… Finch did. Rosaleen's heart clenched at the memory of her sister. Finch's death was all her fault.

She knew that the reaping was rigged. President Snow knew her one weakness. And to think this all happened when she decided to support Johanna and her rebellious ways. She shuddered. Maybe if she never tried to rebel with Johanna and make a statement, Finch would still be alive. Snow punished her to keep her from rebelling again, but it only made her hate for the Capitol grow. She hated Snow and the whole damned Capitol. She wanted her revenge. She wanted to kill Snow.

Rosaleen just sat there, staring off into space. She slowly began to drift off into sleep. She woke to the sound of chime of a clock. Alerted, her hand quickly went grabbed the knife from her belt. Someone could be out there ready to kil- oh wait. She wasn't in the games anymore.

Her heart rate slowly went back to normal as she tried to calm herself down. Rosaleen looked up and her eyes met with the clock. She had a few more minutes until she was suppose to be there. She quickly grabbed her sweater and headed out the door. Today was going to be a long and painful day. Rosaleen put on her blank face, which she wore often, and walked through the richest town in District 5.

As much as Rosaleen was use to the empty and vengeful feeling, she never got use to the whispers. The whispers of the town folk and their were rumors. Finch was loved by everyone, no one hated her. When she was sent to the games, everyone was devastated. She died the moment they began to hope and there was only one person to blame, Rosaleen. She was her mentor after all. The District hated her, she was soon an outcast.

Lonely. That would be the best word to describe how she felt ever since Finch died. She had no one to talk to. Until, that it, she met him. Rosaleen sighed happily at just the thought of him. Finnick Odair. That's right, she's in love with the most wanted male in Pamen.

He was perfect. He was kind, understanding and not to mention good looking. He was everything she ever wanted in a man. She suddenly found herself opening up to him, telling him things she's never told anyone. And one day, she realized something. She, Rosaleen Lian Crossley was in love with Finnick Odair. Too bad he was taken… by Annie Cresta, another victor. It pained her every time she saw the way they looked at each other, or when he held Annie in his arms. How she longed for him to hold her in his arms and look at her that way.

Rosaleen soon arrived in the town square, ready to finally accept that her sister, the only family she had left, was dead. She slowly walked up the stage, waiting for Katniss and Peeta to arrive and say what they needed to say. She wanted to get this over with. More than anything she want to meet this, 'girl on fire'.

A/N: Okay so on the first chappy, I wasn't expecting to get 2 favorites and 2 follows! I know your probs like: That's not even that much blah,blah,blah It just meant so much to me and I've decided to update every weekend! (case I have school) Anyways review and I hope you liked this chappy, tell me what yah think!