A/N: HEY GUYS! I'M sooo Excited so this is my very first fanfiction. So if you like it leave a review and follow me! :)

*DISCLAIMER*- I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES, JUST THE IDEA.

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SCARS
(CHAPTER 1)

Look at me. What do you see? A cold blooded killer, a monster? I know some days that's what I see, but I know I'm more than that. Ever since I won the 73rd annual Hunger Games, I've noticed things...about how other districts see me, how the other tributes saw me... But I'm more than that, I've been brainwashed to wear a mask and bottle up my emotions,and to feel only one thing. Anger .Blind rage. I've been brainwashed since the age of seven, to believe that the Hunger Games bring only good things, that the death and blood of a tribute means, pride. That the Hunger Games brings pride and wealth to your district, but they don't tell you about the things that happen to you after the Games. They don't tell you about the post traumatic stress, the survivors guilt, the nightmares, and the sleeping disorders. Some days, I can't even get out of bed.

Today, I guess I'm going to have to...

Today I'm going to be shipped off to the capital (yet again), to mentor the 74th annual Hunger Games.

I'm woken up by the repeated sound of my doorbell. I sit up, and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I groggily get up stretch my back and make my way down the stairs.I open the door to see my old escort and my old prep team eagerly waiting at the door...

A/N- SORRY GUYS FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER... WORKING ON CHAPTER TWO!

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