Another chapter. =] Thank you to those who reviewed!
I don't own the Hunger Games! (I think I forgot to say that in the first chapter.)
I am happy.
I am a Victor.
I have my life and I am glad for it.
I show no remorse for killing those other children who are all only about my own age.
I am a winner.
And Maysilee, I am fake. Everything about me is fake. I am a Capitol pawn, and I had no say in it whatsoever.
I find myself more and more turning to alcohol now that the Victory Tour is over. What should it matter? They don't need me anymore.
And then I have to remember that it isn't over. It will never be over. I will be dragged back to the Capitol over and over again. Year after year I will be forced to return to the place I despise so much in my heart. And it will be no different from the first time I went.
The first time, I had to kill children with my own two hands. This time, I will have to kill children by sending them into the Arena. And I know that they will not succeed. How could they possibly succeed with other children who have been trained all their lives for this? When the children here don't even have enough food to fill their bellies?
I am only seventeen, but Maysilee, I feel so old.
In only four month's time, it will be Reaping Day all over again. And this time, instead of standing in the crowd of children, heart beating out of my chest, palms sweating as I wait for my name to be called from the Reaping Ball, I will be sitting on that stage, still feeling the same as if I were in the crowd.
Because either way I will have to kill children.