Lost: A Hunger Games Parody

by MarvelCW

This story began as a writing exercise for school. I'm homeschooled, so I decided to continue it since I was enjoying writing it. Rated T for implied swearing(no actual swearing), violence, and death. I based the characters off those from the book. Favorite, Follow, Review, and Enjoy! And, please, if you read, leave me a review :D!

11. Chapter 11: Epilogue

Epilogue

For the next few months I ask no questions. I do what people tell me, and I don't bother finding out why the Capitol has allowed people to live in District thirteen - undisturbed and in peace. I don't care about the answers. I don't need to be in control anymore. The only person I had left who remotely understood me was Jason, and he's gone.

Sure, there's Peter, but the second we went underground, he decided to become a loner. He sleeps in his own dug-out room, and like me, doesn't ask questions, or care about the answers. He is so far gone in his own little world of confusion and so worried that people do not trust him, he doesn't need to be fought by me or anyone else.

I sleep in my cot, in a dirt room off the main corridor with Courtney, her mother, my father, and Eli. I eat the food people give me. Everyone gets equal rations. Some people may think I would become lonely or confused not knowing what's going on, but now that I have nothing to worry about, I feel freer than I ever did when I wanted nothing more than to destroy the Capitol.

Eventually it will fall, just like every other dictatorship ever created. I can now say with certainty that I have no strings attached to anyone but my family. My father has found happiness with Courtney's mother and Courtney, and Eli adores Courtney. So now I guess, if I fell off the face of the earth, they'd be just fine.

As I pick up my blanket to shake off the dirt, a book falls out of it and onto the ground. It falls open to the one page that I wish it hadn't. There's a picture of Maysilee and Jason, bows leaning against a tree nearby. They're lying in a meadow of beautiful spring flowers. Maysilee is stringing the flowers together in a long chain of purple, pink, and yellow.

Now I'm reminded of not only Maysilee giving her life for Jason, but of Jason giving his life for everyone here in District thirteen. Does that mean I'm next? Normally a thought like that would freak me out, but now, it really doesn't matter. I already feel like I'm in a grave.

I don't need to be the one to destroy anything. There are other people to do that. Someday District 13 is going to overthrow the Capitol, and when they do, I'm sure I'll hear about it.

THE END