I lean back in my chair as we watch the initial bloodbath at the Cornucopia. My girl, Masella, dies right off the bat. A trident in the heart by Finnick's guy.
What a shame. She was a pretty sweet girl. It's kind of sad, actually. No lie. I flip off the top of a bottle of whiskey, and start gulping it. As the tribute from 2, the one I hated the most begins to die, I pump my fist with the arm the whiskey's in.
Enobaria throws a dirty look my way, and I take another gulp. "Anyone want some?" I ask.
"We're not supposed to have any alcohol in here," Enobaria says.
"Does it look like I care?" I ask, and show her my 'I'm bored' face.
Chaff and Haymitch come over and I hand them each a bottle. I turn to Enobaria, and just for fun, I ask, "Would you like a bottle, Enobaria?"
"You're underage, you aren't supposed to have any in here, and you're asking me if I want some?" She asks.
"Yep. So...?"
"No!" She exclaims.
"You're loss!" I say, and pop off another top.
As I look at the monitors, watching my tributes, I turn to Chaff and Haymitch and hold up my bottle. "Cheers to the Games that ruined our lives!"
They hold their bottles up, "Cheers!"
The fighting continues, and when it's finally done, they pick up Masella's body.
"Blight?" I ask in between sips. "Where's Jared?"
He turns to me. "In the woods. Click the spot on your monitor down there and he'll pop up full screen."
I reach down and click on the Cornucopia Cam instead. Just as I suspected, the Careers are setting up their camp and supplies.
"So, Cashmere, since you told in the interviews you were oh so sure Shine was going to win, why don't you tell us about her?" I lean towards her.
"Psh. We all know yours isn't going to win!"
"It was a miracle you won," I toss back.
"You're going to fit in here," Says Haymitch as he drinks his beer. I take another big gulp of my Whiskey.
No wonder Haymitch and Chaff drink so much. It really drowns out all the horrible memories. And nobody told me I wasn't allowed to have alcohol in here. In fact, I think Enobaria's trying to make me get rid of it.
Good Luck, I think. Hasn't she seen my Games? My interviews? Hasn't she realized how stubborn I am and how I'm never going to put down the bottle and pick up my life, because the life I had? That's over.
The Hunger Games ruin everything, doesn't she know that? Everyone in this room earned that crown, and not because they were sweet and joyful and kind. No. Every single person in this room is a murderer- whether you bit someones throat out, like Enobaria, used a force field to have someone impale themselves in the head with their axe, like Haymitch, whether you tangled people a used a trident to kill them, like Finnick- it doesn't matter.
Because we're still all killers in our own special ways. And there's nothing you can do about it.
I click the bottom of the screen and watch Jared ecape into the woods.
Poor guy, I think. The Games aren't pleasent. You can die at any moment. One thing that's really terrifying is you have to be prepared 24/7.
I flip off the top and, as I'm chugging down my Whiskey, I hear the caps ding as it collides with metal.