I don't really consider what happens here self-harm, more so taking control of fate, but a warning is warranted all the same.
Chip Shier
District 3
Died 64 A.D.D
He was doomed. He knew he was doomed the moment his name was drawn.
He was only twelve years old. He knew he didn't stand a chance.
He drew some form of sick comfort from the fact that he wasn't the only twelve-year-old in the arena, but when he tried to bond with her, she just stared at him with empty eyes and a creepily friendly smile. That was enough to get him to run, not walk, away.
He got a one in training. He cried during his interview.
He was so very doomed.
When the gong sounded, he decided there was no point in trying and ran into the bloodbath, getting a quick death in return.
It was an impossible battle from the start. The only thing he could do was go out on his own terms.
Poor Chip, he got such a raw deal, but he did the only thing he could do and die quickly. Even if he survived, he wouldn't have stood a chance against the more popular personalities like Cashmere, the Token Taker, and Sunny. This might be my last one for tonight, I dunno yet. We'll see lol.