TEN YEARS LATER

I'm sitting at the television screen, anxiously watching my tribute. Brietta, Jiminy and Tomas sit next to me. We're down to the final four, and the female tribute representing District Nine, Farrah, is fighting at the Cornucopia.

They've all been invited to the feast, but it seems like this fight will end the Games. The tribute from Twelve is cut down by the tribute from Six, and the cannon fires. Brietta pounds her fist on the desk and walks off. She was a mentor when I competed. She's always hated me for killing her best tribute, Maxine.

The tribute from Six is jumped by the tribute from Eleven, who cuts her throat wide open. She gasps as the blood streams out, but it's too late. She falls to the ground as the cannon fires. Tomas storms off. He won the year after me.

It's down to Farrah and the Eleven. But I know that Farrah is a goner, because her enemy is brutal. The sword leaves the Eleven's hand and cuts into Farrah's chest. The cannon fires almost instantly. I pound my fist on the table while Jiminy jumps up and cheers. He deserves it though. He's been mentoring for almost forty years.

Mentoring is a horrible job. You know that at least one of your tributes is going to die. Unfortunately, I've had to look after ten young boys and girls that never had a chance. Farrah was the closest I've ever gotten to winning. But it's too bad. It's inevitable.

Every time I watch the Games, I make connections to tributes from my experience. If I see a cocky career, I think of Theo. If I see someone that goes mad, Maliara springs to mind. When I see a faithful ally for my tributes, I see Timmy and Eddy. But they all died ten years ago.

Every night, the people I killed haunt my mind. Demetri, Maliara, Rhys, Oriel, Eddy and Max are there every night. But it always ends when Raven, who I failed to protect, comes up to me and kills me in a different way each time. I will never be ridden of that guilt.

That's what happens to victors.