Short chapter but I hope you like it. :)

Fedelma Dafne, Victor of First Annual Hunger Games-District 6:

I pushed the end of the syringe into my arm, letting the morphling race through my veins. I shivered as it entered my bloodstream and leaned backwards in my chair and shut my eyes. I had stayed away from the drugs, finding ways to cope with being a victor so my daughter, Acacia, didn't have to see me turned into the wreck I had become.

I tried to stay away from the horrid substance after her death, after I watched the male from Two and soon to be victor, shoot arrow after arrow into my little girl's helpless body. She screamed and cried for my help but there was nothing I could do. When the female from One stabbed her in the head, ending her suffering, my world fell apart.

When the nightmares woke me up at night, when the cameras wouldn't leave me alone, when I had flashbacks, I had nothing good in the world to remind me that life was worth living. The drug was the only thing that helped me forget, making me numb and unaware of the cruel world around me.

My vision started to twist as I injected myself again, the sound of my daughters dying screams echoing through my head and haunting my every waking moment. The bartender came over and shooed me out of the bar and into the wet, cold and dark alleyway.

"You think we have a chance this year? I mean, we get to vote in who we want," a balding man said from next to me as he took another swig of his drink.

"Like hell, we will either get a psycho that burns themselves out or some kid that doesn't deserve it...if they ain't rigged that is," another, short man growled, flicking some ash on the ground and placing the cigarette back up to his lips. My little girl was helpless.

I turned away from them and threw up, watching the contents of my stomach mix with the rain that fell from the starless sky.

"Look's like someone has had a bit too much to drink!" one of them men laughed as I stumbled away, trying to stay upright.

"How about you come home with me, poppet?" the other one chuckled before breathing out a large cloud of smoke. I shook my head as I fell to my knees and started to shake.

"No, no t-thank y-you," I said as my stomach started to burn and my head started to spin.

"Woah, are you okay?" one of the men asked as he put out his cigarette and ran over to me. Before he could reach me, I fell to the ground and started convulsing. Foam spilled out my mouth as my body started to shake uncontrollably. One of the men ran off to find help why the other tried to stop the blood that ran from my nose and mouth. I just wanted to be with Acacia again.

Capitol report, March 24th 0025

Panem is mourning today as we remember our very first victor, Fedelma Dafne of District Six. She passed away in the early hours of the morning from natural causes. Some fans believe it is from a broken heart, due to the loss of her daughter in the twenty-fourth Hunger Games. She was killed in eighth place by Lavina Zephyrus from District One. Our President and Panem send their best wishes to her family and friends during this tragic time. R.I.P to this mother, friend, victor and mentor.

FedelmaDafne April 4th 0015BP-March 4th 0025

Yeah, I just killed a victor off. Don't worry, she wasn't a mentor so she won't affect anything. However, Hix will be broken about it.

So this chapter is to give you a bit of insight into my writing (If you didn't read 24 to Life) and let you know that I am officially starting this story! Three chapters today, I am on a roll!

So if you haven't already, put an alert on this story because I will be starting on the reapings tomorrow and I try to update as fast as I can.

I hope you liked this chapter, let me know what you think. I look forward to writing your tributes and this story!

-Robin.