Alright, this is the legitimate ending of my story. It gives a short description of the rest of Skye's life. Thanks for reading :)
"Life definitely won't be the same for you, ever again," Tammy finished. I nodded and shifted in my comfortable seat on the train.
After winning the Games, I was taken back to the Capitol where I was given medical attention, although little was needed, and then back to the Justice Building for a night and now on the train on my way to District 1. The victory tour was just beginning.
"It was hard for me to fathom at first as well. Winning the Hunger Games isn't easy," Tammy continued. "Yeah, yeah I get that...but did you ever...think about those people that you killed and just...cry?" I mumbled emotionally. "Of course! It's normal. Oh, look at that, we are here," she responded a little too enthusiastically.
District 1 was going to be a hard one. Sure, I betrayed Art...but Jewel. I destroyed her in a terrible way. It wouldn't be an easy speech. We pulled up and I exited the train to greet a small cheering crowd. I pushed through and made my way to the stage.
In the back of the square stood the families of Jewel and Art. I swallowed hard as I approached the microphone. "Hello District 1!" I greeted the people. Art had two younger twin sisters who stood frowning at me. "The 32nd Games was an adventure I'll never forget," I continued, "I'll begin with Art. He was strong. Too strong. I enjoyed working with him while I did. I knew he always had my back," I lied, "Beating him in the end was very tough." A few wails rang out from Art's family.
Jewel had two older brothers and a younger one who looked about 8 or 9. I held back tears. "Then there's Jewel. She was cute, funny, and awesome to be around. I grew close to her. At a certain point I went into a state of madness when Jewel and a few others were shrieking, and that caused me to act very ruthless. I would like to apologize to Jewel's family and tell you that I was driven crazy by that circumstance," I choked into the mic. Silence took over the square. I decided to finish off. "Thank you District 1, farewell."
I got back into the train and flopped onto my bed sobbing. Then a dark thought crossed my mind. Would I rather have just died in the Games than have to face what's ahead of me? The answer to that was a sure no.
Most of the districts I visited weren't very interesting because I didn't know much about their tributes. District 10 was an emotional one. So was District 11. Man, that one was bad. I promised Pete's family that if they ever needed anything from me to just call. But now I was on my way back home, to District 6.
A huge audience awaited me at the train station. All of them were screaming my name. Multiple people held up banners and posters with little messages on them. I held back my emotions.
The second I stepped off the train, Jesse was in my arms. The little twerp had actually missed me! Once I got him off me I was attacked by Gerald's bear hug. Then I was snatched up by Sydney. Mid-hug she reached upward and met my lips with hers. We remained like that for a few moments until the crowd pulled her away from me. I hurried to get up onto the stage. Once I composed myself I approached the microphone.
"Thank you all for the warm welcome home!" I began with cheers from the audience. "I can't wait to continue life in District 6 with my friends and family. Despite the means by which I got home, I'm just grateful to be home," I concluded. With a thunderous applause I walked off stage.
Later that day after celebrations I found myself at the front step of my dwelling. "Well? Go in!" Jesse exclaimed. Mom hadn't seen me yet. She had skipped out on the celebration. I looked down at my gleaming District 6 belt once more, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"Mom?" I called into the dark house. "S-Skye?" a feeble voice answered. I hurried inside, flicking on the lights. My mother sat in a chair, tied up in front of three PeaceKeepers. "You can't do that!" Jesse yelled furiously as he jumped at one of them. The guard kicked Jesse away, and the middle one stepped forward. "Skye Locksmith. President Alan has requested to speak with you," he then held up a small holographic image of the President. "Hello, Skye. Congratulations by the way. However, I have a request. You must commit yourself to following all orders given to you from me, and if you do not agree to my terms, then your family will face extreme consequences. First it will be your dear mother," he threatened. Then the hologram disappeared.
"This isn't fair," I muttered. "Blackmail!" Jesse squealed as a PeaceKeeper threw him into a closet and locked him in it. "It's for our own good, Skye. Do what they want...please," my mother pleaded. I nodded gravely and the PeaceKeepers escorted me out of my own home.
"You have a meeting with your sponsors tomorrow. You'll be watching the Games on television," Tammy blubbered as I sat back down on the train. "By the way..." she stammered, "They do this to almost all of us Victors." I shrugged.
Watching the Games was tough, but it revealed a few things to me. One was how Greg died. He had been walking through the forest when suddenly Nick crept up from behind and threw a knife into his back, ending his life. I also witnessed Ray and Jewel's capture. I had to turn away when Ray was tortured. It was an odd experience watching myself on TV. Especially when I slaughtered other human beings. Seeing all of my kills again hardly affected me like it should have. The Hunger Games has left a lasting mark on my mind.
Now I know this isn't the best place to end my story but I feel that it's time. Here's a shortened version of the rest of my life; doing whatever the President asks (no matter how immoral), living in riches in the Victor's Village, taking over mentoring for District 6 starting in the 34th Hunger Games, and producing a Victor in the 47th Hunger Games, therefore releasing me from mentoring. My family lived through much torment when I made mistakes with the President, but they survived. I ended up marrying Sydney and we had 4 children. None of them, luckily, were sent into the Games. I unfortunately never saw my father again, but I know he died for a pure and good cause. And now I lay on my death bed completing my life account.
Recently, it was discovered that I have an incurable type of cancer and would soon die. I am only 58 years old, but that's enough for me. Tonight is my last night, and here are the things I have left to say:
I, Skye Locksmith of District 6, killed 6 human beings. I, Skye Locksmith of District 6, despise the Capitol and The Hunger Games. I, Skye Locksmith, desperately hope that soon someone will stand up and fight. Tomorrow is the reaping for The 74th Annual Hunger Games, and I'm glad I won't live to see it.