Eventually I was able to make it out of my bed and out of the hospital, back to my quarters in the Capitol. Cato was there to guide me to the places I needed to go, whether that was to the kitchen for food, or to the bathroom, or to the Victor's Celebration in the Capitol Square outside the President's home. I felt him place the crown on my head, heard him congratulate me. Then I heard the video recap of the games. All I heard were screams and sounds of death, ended by a static-filled explosion.
The Victor's Tour was a nightmare. Because despite my blindness, I can still see them all in my head.
"We're in District 1, Lucas." Rachelle comes at me with her twin swords, screaming shrilly.
"We're in District 3, Lucas." Quinn shambles towards me, a bloody knife hilt protruding from her head.
"District 4, Lucas." Marilee's head explodes again and again and again.
"District 6, Lucas." The fat boy walks towards me, preparing to drape a noose over my head.
"District 8, Lucas." The girl runs towards me with a knife, screaming, "It's me! It's me!"
"District 10, Lucas." Heather jumps from the tree, and I can't stop her, can't catch her.
"We're in District 11, Lucas." Flora grins at my tied-up form on the ground, and comes towards me with a knife, her collar beeping.
"District 12, Lucas." The little girl cries in the Training Center, defenselessly, helplessly,
"We're home, Lucas." Sydni. Sydni haunts my dreams every night.
I live in the Victor's Village in District 2 now, with my family. I sit in my chair and have people read to me, or listen to music. They all tell me that everyone's dead, but I don't believe them. Because when I fall asleep, I can see Sydni, I can see them all in that ballroom, dancing…dancing…coming for me. Together we dance.
Together we die.
THE END