❛ 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬- 𝘵𝘩𝘨

PART 1; CHAPTER 1

It was the day that came around every year. Every year, it was dreaded, meaning twenty-three children's deaths. It was the Hunger Games reaping day.

But what made it even better, was that it was the seventy-fifth Hunger Games, and that meant that a twist came with it.

Arya Green woke up that specific morning with a groan. She had a nagging feeling in her gut, telling her that today wasn't going to be a good day. Some days when she felt like this, she just avoided the world and hid under her covers until Johanna or Oakley would come around to check on her.

She would have flashbacks quite often that would make her spiral into a condition that only her friends could make better.

But still, Arya pushed herself to get out of bed and stumbled downstairs.

In the early hours of the morning, it was still quiet, so Arya had to break the peaceful silence by yelling. Not at anyone, but just yelling because she was angry at the Capitol, Panem, and President Snow.

Luckily, her older sister and mother didn't live with her anymore. After a couple of weeks, they couldn't stand with the yelling, sobbing mass of their sister and daughter. Now don't get me wrong, they still cared for her, but the games changed Arya, and not in a very good way.

After she was done eating, she walked into the living room, where the T.V was, so she could listen to whatever horrible twist these Hunger Games would hold.

President Snow asked on screen, being followed by a boy holding a box of cards, holding information on every quarter quell there would be. As president Snow began, Arya leaned against the edge of the sofa and paid attention more than she'd like to admit.

"As a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

As Arya processed this, tears filled her eyes. She couldn't go back into the games! Winning them made her safe, right?

Johanna burst through the door a few minutes later, carrying a bottle of the strong alcohol that was only made in District seven. "I can't believe this!" She exclaimed angrily, slamming the bottle on the counter. "Like, what the heck! We already almost died, why do we have to do this again!" Arya agreed, and got up to pour the drinks into glasses.

By the time Oakley came over, the two of them had almost finished half the bottle. "I'm so sorry you two. I can't believe that this is happening!" He hugged both Arya and Johanna, and sat down next to them.

Oakley refused the drink that was offered, and went home only a couple of minutes later.

A few hours later, between the two of them, they had already finished almost two bottles.

Johanna grabbed Arya around her waist and pulled her closer. "Arya, you are the closest friend I have. I can't lose you. You're all I have left. You're all I love." Arya could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Johanna, I can't. I can't do this."

Arya stood up, and walked up to her room, leaving a confused and very hurt Johanna on the couch.

But what Johanna didn't know was that Arya was deeply hurt as well.