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Chapter 10: The End

I regained consciousness. Bright. It was too bright. Wait- how can I see the brightness?

They fixed my eyes! Them bastards! I just want to stay in the darkness. I don't want any luxuries. I want my life to be like it was before the games. Me being blind and with my family and friend.

"Cecilia, you're up!" the voice of my mom said. My eyes snapped back open.

I saw her. I really couldn't tell you what she looked like, because I don't really know how to describe it.

"How's your new vision?" She asked cheerfully. I scowled.

"I didn't want the capitol to test on my eyes, Mom. I'd rather stay blind." I told her. I noticed I couldn't read her mind.

"I told you." Anne said. "We should have waited for her to get up and then ask her."

"You didn't want to see?" My mom asked, faltering.

"No! I don't! I was completely fine with not seeing anything! Not like I couldn't miss what I never had…" I said. "I don't want to be here."

No one said anything, so I spoke.

"Where's Maylee?" I asked grudgingly. Still, no one talked. But this time there was tension.

"Where is she?" I demanded. I know, I was being completely rude, but who could blame me for what I just went through.

"She… she was publicly hanged." My mom whispered. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped. "It was less than an hour after you left the capitol."

She was dead. They killed her. She threatened them and they killed her.

"I'm sorry." My mom said. Why? They killed her just because she said she was going to kill them. She didn't even finish her sentence. It was only an empty threat. Why? My only friend… she was gone. Just like Warnende. They were both gone. The only two people other than my family that I loved in my life. Gone.

Why? I kept asking myself. Why? It was all my fault. All my fault. The tears I was trying to hold back slid down my face.

"Come on, Cecilia." My mom said softly.

"No." I told her.

"Now." She said firmly. I shook my head.

"Why are you even here?" I asked her. "You should be back in District 7. No one else's family was allowed to come to the capitol when they own the games. Why you?"

"They had to ask us if we wanted them to fix your vision. They said that they wanted us to be there with you when you woke up." Anne said.

I was really annoyed. Now I was going to have to become a mentor and help out other children who are bound to die. I finally understand why Vince is so mean. Takes out the grief on other people. I'll have to live beside him. I'll be living off luxury while everyone else is half starving. At least Anne and Marie won't have to work at that dreaded lumber yard anymore.

The door opened and a man came in.

"Nice job, girl." He said. Vince. A girl followed him in.

"Yes! Nice job! How do you like your new eye site?" She asked cheerfully. That was definitely Mandy. "Come on, Cecilia! We want to watch the highlights of the games!"

By instinct, she grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed, and dragging me out of the room. My family and Vince followed us awkwardly.

We got to a stage, where there were two chairs. One was occupied by, my guesses, Caesar Flickerman.

I sit down, shaking, and the lights start to dim. A screen was right behind us. Everyone stared at it. It started at the cornucopia. Everyone standing around it, kept back by the platforms. I noticed me. The one that looked very nervous, not looking like she was paying much attention. The voice boomed "Ready… Set …. Go!"

"Cecilia, run!" that was Warnende. He had brown hair and brown eyes, just like everyone else in District 7. He sprinted strait at the cornucopia while I ran strait behind me, running out of the camera's view. Warnende got a backpack and turned around where a boy was standing. The boy had a sword and swung. It scraped his arm. He was bad at aiming. Warnende quickly picked up a dagger and stopped the boy in the stomach. The boy hunched over and Warnende ran off in my direction, a throwing knife barely hitting his head. He ran out of the camera's view. Many other people died there.

The scene shifted. The scenes were mostly shot of me and Warnende. Him wrapping up my feet… him telling me some of his life story… me hugging him… our kiss…

In order, it showed all of the tribute's deaths.

It already showed the blood bath deaths, the next was the two that Warnende killed. I saw myself just standing there and he threw the knife at the boy. He fell down. Then the girl ran off, but Warnende threw a knife at her, too. Hit them both right in the head.

The next boy was killed by Careers. That was when the people ran at us under the tree… the Careers didn't pursue them because a tiger leaped out at them. They killed it, but it took a while. Lots of injuries. I'm very glad we didn't meet a wild animal larger than a squirrel there.

The next one was a full out battle between the Careers and four other tributes. The last one stnding was a Career. Clay Kernik.

Then there was the feast. Warnende killed the District 9 boy and the career came charging at me. I froze up. Again. Warnende noticed me and was in front of me in a heart beat, hands spread out, waiing for impact. The Career's dagger pierced his heart and he collapsed. Boom!

More tears spilt down my face.

"Warnende!" On-screen me yelled, bending down and grabbing his hand.

I'm not through with you!" the career yelled, towering above me. He slashed his dagger down at me. I moved to the side, yelling "No!" as I slashed my dagger up, cutting his throat in the process. He fell backwards. My shirt was soaked in blood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the 42nd Hunger Games- Cecilia Emerson from District 7!" the voice boomed from all around.

A silent hovercraft appeared above me. A ladder was let down. Of course I couldn't see it.

"Warnende!" On-screen me said again, sobbing into his chest. Two seconds later, I collapsed.

A man came out and helped me onto the ladder. The screen went black and the lights came back on. The anthem plays.

President Snow comes up on stage and puts a crown on my head. Then he goes back to the audience and sits down.

"Congratulations, Cecilia." Caesar says. "How does it feel, being here today? I bet you thought for sure you were doomed."

"Yeah. We all probably thought that." I told him. I was still sad, my eyes red and puffy.

"No need to be distraught." He said. "So I noticed something in the games. How you got a 12. You can tell if anyone is near you at any time."

"Actually, no." I said.

"Oh, then what is it?" he asked, curious.

"I could read minds." I said.

"Really? How?" he asked excitedly.

"I don't know. My guesses are since I was blind, I could hear better. Way better." I told him.

"Oh! How do you like your new vision, by the way?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I never said I wanted to see." I told him.

"You don't want to see?" He asked confused.

"No! I didn't want you capitol people touching me!" I pretty much yelled.

"Oh… um… so about that kiss… did you really like him?" he asked. He was making this hard for me.

"Yes!" I was fuming. I didn't care anymore. "These games are very barbaric. You people send children to kill each other? Horrible! Despicable! Vile! Cruel!" I spat out ht most horrible words I could think of.

"Um, yeah." He said, uncomfortable with the topic. "Well, now you'll be living in luxury!" he said like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Does it look like I care?" I asked. "You capitol people- you have no feelings at all! You think people can just live off of money and be happy? No! I liked him very much. I thought for sure we'd both die together. At first I didn't care. I didn't care if I lived and he died. He said he wanted that to happen. He would do anything to get me back to my family. I fell for him. I started thinking that I didn't want to win this without him. I loved him." By the end of that, I was crying again.

"Touching." He said, pretending to wipe his eyes. Oh, how I really hated the capitol.

"And you guys murdered my best friend!" I yelled t him. He was at a loss for words.

"And-" I was about to say.

"Okay, I think that's enough!" President Snow yelled. "On the train, Cecilia."

I gladly got off the chair and went over to my family. At least I still had them.

My life went on. The sadness in my heart wasn't understood by anyone.

"How could you have loved someone that you knew you'd have to kill?" they'd ask. I couldn't explain it to them. They'd never understand unless they experience it.

People started wanting to be my friend. Just because I was a victor. Well screw them. If they couldn't' be my friend when I was a poor blind kid, they sure as hell can't be my friend now. I really wish Maylee was still here. I miss her. I'll never see her again. At least, not until I die, which, the sooner the better.

Months passed by. I missed my two friends more and more. I started feeling worse and worse. I never went outside unless it was for school. I never talked unless I was spoken to. And when I did, it wasn't much.

I wanted so badly to be with Maylee and Warnende.

So badly. I led my way to the kitchen.

I just wanted to leave this world.

I took out a knife.

It was selfish. So very selfish. Warnende died so that I could live. Just because I wanted to be with them.

I took the knife and held it at my stomach. My mom and sisters were all sleeping. Before I backed out, I pushed the sharp blade into my stomach.

At first, I felt nothing. Red blood trickled down my pale stomach. But then the pain became immense. I dropped down on my knees, bloody knife in my hands. My whole body then collapsed and I saw Maylee standing above me, smiling. She held out her hand. I took it. I saw Warnende a few feet away from us, also smiling at me. I ran at him and hugged him tightly. Maylee joined in, giggling.

With them holding one of my hands, we left my body behind, continuing to the afterlife. They had waited for me.

I knew we all three were going to be the bestest of friends.

I just knew it.

The end.

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