Vixen would never make that mistake.
Ever.
She knew she had no chance.
Suicide.
That's not a bad idea.
She gets to se her siblings and her mother.
She gets to be my guardian angel.
That really isn't that bad.
Maybe I should try.
I get to be with my family.
I don't have to live in this sick, twisted world where murder is normal.
I don't have to work.
I get to relax.
Not bad at all.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. President Snow stands there. I try to stand up as a sign of respect, but when I do, a wave of nausea crashes over me like a wave in a lake. I brace myself, but it goes away after a second.
"Seneca, i'm sorry." President Snow says.
As if.
The president has a look of fake pity on his face.
"Seneca, we just finished touch ups on Vixen. Would you like to see her before we ship her back to District 9?" Snow asks.
My eyes are tightly closed like if I try hard enough, I would wake up from this nightmare. I nod, slowly.
My assistant links her arms around mine and guide me down hallways.
"We are here." Snow's voice rattles around in my brain. I slowly open my eyes.
There she is.
Eyes closed, she likes like she was sleeping.
She looks so peaceful.
She is in a flowered dress with a flower crown on her head.
No signs of suicide.
No signs of nightlock show.
Her naturally pale skin is rosy.
I reach out, bringing her limp hand to my lips. Snow clears his throat, making it clear that I should go back to work. I stink eye the murderer who arranged this to happen-
No.
I designed these games.
I killed my daughter.
*Sobs* So emotional. We are almost at the ending. Please review! I really could use the feedback!