Disclaimer: I'm going to add a disclaimer this time cause I need to procrastinate. The more I add the better. I do not own the Hunger Games. I repeat, I do not own the Hunger Games. Only Susanne Collins owns the Hunger Games. Yes, that is a fact believe it or not.
OMG!!! I have so much homework!!! I probably shouldn't be complaining too much, but seriously, I have to write three essays, do three sections of math, make a model of a cell, take notes on three chapters in history and watch a boring movie!
Delphi Apalla (Age 14) female – District 9
I've always wondered how to distinguish between good and evil. The simple definition that I have always been told was that evil was the bad guy, the one who was trying to hurt you, the opposing force. I always thought that it was something deeper than that. More complicated, like an onion with many different layers. Because, when you think of it, were not you evil to the other person? So which is right; which is which? Is it completely a matter of opinion?
I ponder over this often, whenever one of my three older sisters complains about a certain person being 'evil'. That the people would spread rumors, or start them in a fist fight. I always would wonder the spark. What made them do those things? Everything has a ripple effect; even the smallest action. So where does evil begin? Having this knife to this boy's throat I'm starting to think that it is I who is evil. He was the opposing force, but I was the one trying to hurt him.
His brown eyes are gazing at me; glossy with tears that are forming, and will surely start falling soon. It is fear that is within him. And I am the evil one to him, the one who wishes to cause him harm. It seems odd to me; the boy is at least two years my senior, and could easily overpower me. He is faced against a wall of rocks with nowhere to run; but, it is hard to imagine why he isn't fighting back, for that is the only way he could escape. Perhaps it is because he does not want to be evil himself?
I tilt my head in curiosity; my white-blond hair falling into my eyes because it is too short to reach behind my ears. The knife is still tight across his neck; a thin stream of blood is starting to form, slowly migrating down his neck. I watch it flow, a line of red on white, yet it seems to be cleaning some of the dirt that the arena has given to him. The boys hazel eyes close; shutting off what I feel is the only way for me to predict what he is going to do next. I feel a war raging inside of me. To kill or not to kill; that is the question.
But if I let him go, what are the chances that I too will survive? I realize now that the tables will easily turn, and as soon as I let him go I may very well brace myself against the rock as he does now. The sooner he is dead, the quicker that I can return home. But once my knife slits his throat I have become the source of evil. I have become the spark.
He is staring at me now. Almost unblinking it appears. As if he is challenging me to release him. Though it probably is for worse, I have never been one to back from a challenge. As soon as the knife reaches my side I know that I have made a mistake. "Thank you," Says the boy quietly as he grabs my shoulder. "Sorry." My eyes widen as the force of his arms switches my position with his, soon after slamming my head against the rock.
For a moment, everything moves slowly. I see the expression in his eyes: sad but hopeful. Perhaps it is even regret that he feels. I could scream; I'm in as much pain to do so. It would reveal his location to the others. Make them hunt him. But I hold my silence, determined to stare him down until I can no longer. My legs give way, leading me to the ground, to where I wait for death in the sanctity of my mind. My eyes are unable to open, and I know that I have lost contact with the living.
It is he who is evil, he who has injured me so. Or, perhaps that is not the case. Perhaps, it is not he, but a rock that started this ripple effect. He was just one of many that were caught in the path. Perhaps, not even the Capitol is the rock, even though they are the ones that started the Game. Maybe it is not even the Rebellion, who provoked the Capitol. Perhaps it moves even farther back than anyone can remember.
Everything affects everything; nothing is of exception to this rule. I realize that I will never find the original cause to everything. I realize that I will never know the answer to everything. I also realize that these ripples must be stopped before they move any farther. I find it a shame that I only figure this out now; when I am unable to do anything about it.
This is me rambling philosophically. Either that or you thought that it was really cheesy. Take your pick. Sorry for not updating sooner. In case you couldn't tell by my complaining, I have homework. Hehe. So I hope you enjoyed reading, and please review! :D ^^ :D
