Chapter 3
I see them all, all of the people I killed in that arena. They walk towards me with sinister looks on their face asking me why I killed them. Honestly, I don't even know myself anymore. Life with these burdens isn't really a good life at all. I wake up screaming, shivering and shaking, the eyes of the district 9 girl still in my mind, she was barely twelve by appearance and didn't deserve to be there. I keep telling myself that I'm not the monster, that the only monster is Snow but I'm getting very hard to convince. I get out of bed the images still reeling in my mind. I walk into the light of the hallway, I can still feel their blood on my hands, I can still see it dripping off the ends of my hair and down my arms. I can still taste the coppery scent in my mouth. I know now that the people I have killed will forever live on in my pores and the only thing I can do is try to ignore them, no matter how cruel that sounds, besides since when was I a compassionate person to anyone outside of Cain, Gilda and little Ebony.
Later that day I walk into the light for my interview with Caesar Flickerman. he tries to act brightly and lively asking me many questions I really don't want to answer. They show a slideshow of my games. They play them images that tell the story that ends with twenty three deaths and me stumbling out a broken, insane, apparently blood thirsty victor but still my brash, insulting show the images of me killing the little girl from nine and the crippled little boy from four. Caesar then asks me how I feel and do I think my family is proud. That is all that it takes for me to lose it.
I yell at Caesar telling him what I tell myself when I wake up shivering from nightmares. I blame the whole thing on Snow. I blame those little children's deaths on Snow. I curse him for starting these games and for turning us into monsters. I then walk off the stage before the buzzer goes.
Later when they find me on the roof they take me back to the stage for the presentation and the congratulating from our dear President Snow. He looks at me witha cold and deadly stare, a hatred firmly established between the two of us. When he puts the crown on my head he smirks and walks off. What have I gotten myself into? and more importantly what will happen to my family?.
Snow seems to have convinced the country that due to my instability I have to be sent home early. Blight tells me on the train that I may have some trouble on my hands and that Snow may try to sell me to the highest bidder after my victory tour. I begin to bubble with anger at the thought of my body being sold to those sick capital citizen. I decide that I couldn't hate Snow more. I get off ov the train and the smell of fresh pine hits me, seeping into me and calming me down. I had expected to see Cain, Gilda and Ebony on my arrival but I was told that Ebony had picked up a flu so the three of them had to stay at home.
I open the familiar front door of my own house. The russet timber warm and comforting. The door slides open but instead of the usual warmth that hits me when I walk through that door. The air feels cold and sinister. I turn around the corner and am faced by a sighf that I will never forget. The three most important people in my life lined up by the kitchen door. Their bodies are cold and lifeless. The aid is pungent with ... roses. I see a rose pinned to each one of them, over Cain's chest,Sitting on Ebony's ear and in Gilda's arms. I fall to my knees in pain. I will never hate anyone more than I hate Snow. He ruined my life and left me with no one to love.
A/N i really hope you enjoyed this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it for you all. Thanj you so much for your support. Until next time, see ya :)
