I look up to the starry sky, which isn't even a sky at all. Just one of the many tricks and illusions the Capitol can play on your mind. I believe they brain wash all the kids, how else could kids enjoy watching this stuff? By this stuff I mean The Hunger Games. It is ruthless, and ridiculous! I've heard the worst of rumors about it, and now I realize they are not rumors at all. But straight up facts. I know this now, because I am in the unforgiving games.
I look down to the soil below my feet. My trident lays there beside them. Shining in the night, as bright as the fake stars that hover above me. I see movement. My heart begins to beat faster, and my breathing pick up the pace. I reach down and pick up my trident.
"One left," I mumble to myself. " just one more, Finn. You can do this." But no one knows how hard it is to kill someone as innocent and young as yourself. It takes everything you have to bring into thought. Let alone doing it. But this is the games, and they have to have their Victor.
