A/N: I am trying to get these out more quickly but I keep forgetting for some reason xD sorry guys! Here's another!
Colm: District Six
She just stared at me, nothing more. It was if her eyes were glazed in dew, impairing her vision. I knew she could see me but she would never respond. It was like this since the train ride. The one person who was supposed to help me, supposed to guide me, was incapable of anything more than movement.
They said it was the morphling, a drug that was supposed to dull the pain of injuries. But she wasn't injured, not physically anyway. Not like I would be. Going into the Games without a mentor to guide me meant I was at a disadvantage. A huge disadvantage.
I couldn't understand why she would let the drug take her, why she would let her tributes go into the Games so unprepared when her words could have made the difference and brought them home.
It turns out that once you see the nightmares that we share, you will do anything to keep them at bay. Nothing becomes more important that staying sane when you have experienced the ironically title Games. Not even the lives of your district's children.
