am·biv·a·lence
/amˈbivələns/
noun
the state of having mixed feelings or contradictory ideas about something or someone.
It all started with Elliot's eyes not budging from the screen that sat in her kitchen. She sat in silence, she knew he could pull...
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Seven years later, 22 year old Elliot sat in the Victors house alone, she didn't even have anyone to confine to when she won, she just came home to an empty house, that wasn't even her own. She was a murderer, and she couldn't even look at herself. She was traumatized and she was alone, completely and utterly alone. When you thought about Elliot Young, you thought about this little girl who ran and played with her older brother, you thought of this lively spirit who would dance in the rain, who would laugh, but that wasn't the new Elliot Young. She was slowly dying inside, she was numb, she had thought that she'd found happiness again with her small makeshift family, that consisted of the other District 5 victors and their families. But then she shut them out, she drank herself to madness, she never left her house, all she could feel was anger, a pit of fire slowly growing bigger and bigger, ready to snap. She was like a machine, she didn't cry anymore, she didn't have any more tears left. There was only a small hole left in the world where once stood Elliot Victoria Young. The only possible good thing that had come out of all of this was that she met her three favorite people, Seth, Jason, Kaia, Jason's sister, and Tiana, Seth's mom. But she hadn't seen them in months, they would try to come to visit her but after so much time passed, they stopped.
Sitting on the sofa, in the big empty house, dark circles sat below her eyes, she was pale, and deadly skinny, it looked as though she hadn't eaten in weeks. The television was on, but she only looked at the wall where there was an empty picture frame hanging. She was given a house once she had won, picture frames were included, hanging on the wall. They were empty, she was supposed to fill them with memories.
Snow walked onto a big stage in the capital, which was streaming in the home that Elliot was sitting in, the crowd cheered loudly. "Ladies and gentlemen" the man spoke, silencing the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen" he repeated, "this is the 75th year of the Hunger Games" the crowd roared, they were excited, it utterly disgusted Elliot, who finally moved her view to the screen. She had honestly forgotten that it was a quarter quell, she hoped it had nothing to do with her. What else could Snow do to her? "It was written in the charter of the games, that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell, to keep fresh for each new generation, in the memory of those who died and the uprising against the capital. Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by games of a special significance, and now on this the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion we celebrate the third Quarter Quell." The crowd cheered again, Elliot felt as though she was going to be sick. "As a reminder that even the strongest can not overcome the power of the capital." Elliot wanted to knock those damn cards out of his hand and snap his neck. Why was he taking so long? She wanted to know what was happening but she also was in desperate need of some sleep. "On this, the third Quarter Quell games." he had a menacing smile brought to his lips and Elliot thought she was actually going to throw up. "The male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district." The crowd cheered again.
Elliot froze, she was the only female tribute from district five left alive... she had to do the games again.
"Snap" that was it, that was the last thing her anger was waiting on. Her anger took over her body, overpowering every other emotion.
