Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter is really short; I felt it didn't fit within the next chapter, but it was still necessary.
Johanna: Waking Dream
Another sleepless night is spent perilously wandering my subconscious. I rest within an awoken dream that I know all too well. The place where fantasy fuses with reality, where time refuses to pass as my body refuses to slumber.
Haunting cries echo within my head as I recall fateful horrors of past Games. Images crowded amongst my thoughts swirl. Posed and planned floods hungrily engulfing helpless life after life, inhuman mutations ruthlessly detaching limbs apart from their bodies, and all imaginable heartless ways a child could be mercilessly slaughtered resurfaced in my thoughts as a jumbled mess. So many lives have been affected. So many families have been torn apart. So many dreams have been trampled. So many futures have been abandoned, and for what? For hopes to abolish all thoughts of rising against this cruelty before the thoughts begin? To remind the Districts that we're inferior to the Capitol's control? The audacity of it all!
A fever inducing rage washes over me. The anger building up sends shivers throughout my skin. Who has the right to force twenty-four children into an arena to ploy and plot vengeance against each other? Who has the right to force children to kill or be killed, all in hopes to return to a life they deserve and are entitled to on their own?
I hold tightly onto the new fire burning inside me. When I return as crowned Victor, I will use my flames to ignite and fuel the even larger wildfire stirring within the all the Districts.
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