Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games or any of its characters.
Firstly, I want to express my gratitude to whoever has submitted tributes to this story. All of them were amazing characters! Thank you!
She sat motionless in the balcony, staring ahead into the void. Her face was blank, her thoughts fuzzy. There was an aura of intense sadness and pain around her, the sadness and pain that were in her heart, marked on her soul. That which she, or anybody, could do nothing about.
"Sam?"
A voice came from the room. A friend's voice. Her only friend's voice. The voice belonged to her elder sister, Tiara. It snapped her out of her thoughts and she went inside to meet her.
"Are you okay, Sam?" Tiara asked.
"Yeah," she replied. Both of them knew it was a lie.
Tiara sighed. She knew exactly what her sister was thinking.
"Sam, there was no other option. You had to come back. To me."
Samara Elvin, the victor of the fifty ninth Hunger Games, looked up into her sister's dark eyes that so matched her own. Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face.
"I didn't want to, Tia," she sobbed, "He did not deserve it. Luke did not deserve it. I didn't want to be a monster…"
Tiara pulled Samara closer to her in an embrace. The last Games had been very violent. Even Tiara could not help but shudder at Luke's fate. Whatever had happened there had broken Samara. She had fits. She was mentally unwell. She had too many mood swings. And all her friends had deserted her. She was too young for this gore, turning sixteen during the Games. Most of the time she was quite normal and stable. Other times… things were different.
Tiara released her and tried to give her an encouraging smile. It came out rather peculiar. "Calm down Sam. Tomorrow is the Reaping Day. You have to mentor the tributes. You have to be strong."
Suddenly Samara's eyes hardened and Tiara knew what was to come. "I am not training them," Samara spoke bitterly, her tears already gone, replaced by rage, "I'd rather kill them than send them in."
"You are powerless," Tiara said softly, "You'll have to do it."
Without a warning, Samara grabbed her throat and pushed her against the wall, choking her.
"Sam let – let me- go!" Tiara panted as she tried to remove her hand from her throat. Samara gritted her teeth. "I am not powerless!" she screamed aloud in mad rage. Tiara hit her in the stomach with her knee and then punched her hard. She went sprawling on the floor.
Samara looked back at her sister, but all the earlier anger had dissipated. What remained was fear and confusion. "W-what did I – what did I do?" she asked, her voice quivering. Tiara's eyes were bleak now and she was panting hard for air. She knelt down in front of her sister and held her cheek.
"You did nothing," she said soothingly.
"No! I did something! Something wrong… What did I do?"
"You did nothing. You just tripped over."
Samara was crying again as Tiara helped her to stand. "I can't remember anything…"
"There is nothing to remember, Sam," Tiara said, "It's night now. You should go to sleep."
"Yeah, tomorrow is the Reaping Day. I have to mentor them."
Tiara remained silent for a few seconds then smiled. "Yes. Seven should have a victor again."
"You are right. I am tired. I just want to sleep…"
With that Samara lied down on her bed and was instantly asleep. Tiara stroked her forehead gently. Why? Why did this have to happen to Samara?
Tiara settled herself on the couch in the corner of the room. Tonight her sister might need her.
Thank you for reading this. All the feedback is really appreciated. Please submit! I've received some really great tributes! Also, a few bloodbath tributes will be required.
To maliceismyname: Thank you for your review. I loved Devon! Thank you for submitting such an awesome tribute!
To Guest: I'm feeling really bad to say this but… the female Career spots are already occupied so I couldn't place Bella there… I am really sorry for that because I really liked Bella… If you want I can place her in another district. Arcturus, however is in, and I loved him! He's really adorable. Thank you for submitting and I am really sorry…
