Broken Bottles and Fixed Hearts

by jalan atthirari anni x3

My family is gone, my love is gone, and my life is falling apart. Will this make me or break me? This is my journey in the Hunger Games and life...This is my first fanfic, please R&R! Rated M for violence, minor swearing and slight sexual content.

2. Chapter 1

(okay I totally forgot to give credit to Cat (QueenofSwordsandFire) for the character Xan. In this chapter I want to give credit to Zoey (Zoey-DeThug) for Dane and Claire (Claire-DaThug) for Harper)

I walked into town for the first time in weeks, when I bumped into Dane, 6'1" pure muscle. I mumbled out something that sounded like an apology as I noticed his looks. He was quite handsome although as we talked more and more his personality started to show... we got onto the topic of the games when the argument broke out. It was after I told him I was going to volunteer for the games. His response? "Sorry, no offense, but do you really think you would even stand a chance." and then he laughed at me! If there is one thing I cant stand is when people laugh at me. So I punched him in the face, I might have slight anger problems... as I stormed off I bumped into Harper, that pregnant b*tch I was talking about earlier, thats when we got into an argument over Dane. Things started getting physical when Xan came over. Once he left I pulled the blade on her ready to lunge for her stomach when she fled. Long after night had fallen and more importantly my curfew had passed I called it a night. That was the last night I went into town before the Reaping.