WILDEST DREAMS - Steve Harrington in the Hunger Games

The end of everything

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Who's your favorite stranger things character? Mine's Steve, duhh.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit, there's no way this is happening. I can't believe this is really happening, I have to be dreaming. They have to be joking, there's no way this is a real thing. And I am just standing here like some sort of idiot, completely frozen. Everyone is going to think I am weak, and an easy target. 

How? How is it possible that this is my last year and I am going straight to the Hunger Games? I am either going to die or kill 21 other tributes to "win". And win what? Glory? Money? All I ever wanted was to study to become a doctor, take care of my sister and live my life in peace. My future just turned into something disgusting and dark and hopeless. I either die or live the rest of my life training new kids straight to their death. And what are the odds?

Time is completely frozen. I can't move a single muscle in my body. I can hear ringing but I can't seem to find the source. It's like someone just threw a bucket full of ice and water on my body. I can't move. 

I am trying so hard to snap back to reality and the loud screaming brings me back.

I take a deep breath and hear my sister screaming my name. I am desperately trying to block the sound out of my head before I pass out. I look around and see the relieved faces of the district's kids. I understand, I'd be relieved too if the well-trained devil from the capital's favorite district would end up going to the games instead of the innocent children.

I start walking toward the stage and flash a smile. Yes, smiling is good. Smiling is easy and I can do that. 

See, the game is all about math. There are simple ways to look at the dos and don'ts. There are a lot of things you can do to make sure the odds are in your favor. That's exactly what I'll do. I'll have math on my side. Fucking math that made me cry when I was like seven. Now that's all I have.

I didn't even notice the other tribute from my new district. I don't even know his name. Suddenly I am on stage and so is he and I am staring at the audience. Iris is talking about something and I notice my sister. She is crying, screaming, and trying to run toward me but my stepdad is holding her back.

I thought she would be proud but it's clear that she has slowly changed her mind about the games. Somehow I can smile again, turn my back and walk behind the stage. They walk us to two different rooms. The security guard is talking, looking at me, and clearly trying to give me directions but I don't even notice. I walk into the room and someone slams the door behind me and I just.... stand there. All by myself.

Nothing. I got nothing in my brain. All I can hear is the echo of Iris Sanksion saying my name my sister screaming my name.

Holy shit the whole Panem saw it. Oh god, I completely forgot, but thank God for the smile. Maybe no one saw the fear on my face, maybe I was able to cover it up.

Why? Because every single new tribute saw us getting called. It's a thing they are trying at the moment, they stream every district so we can see who we are against. And just like that, I hear a sound behind me and I turn around. Someone turned the tv behind me and I have to watch the district's eight's tributes getting called.

I try to focus but nothing. All I see is a pure blur, nobody stands out. Hopefully, I'll be able to re-watch the reaping later so I can check out the competition.

Then suddenly every single bone and cell lights up, it's like my body is on fire. I hold my breath when a single tear runs down my cheek. District two. My old home district.

I can see the camera filming the audience and I see so many familiar faces. Even though I am going to have to kill two of them, I can't help it but smile. Those are my friends. There's Harry. Elizabeth. Tobias. Luukas... My old friends.

I feel a tear running down my cheeks when I look at them through the screen. I miss my old life so much. I miss the restaurant where my dad used to take me. I miss the small flower field next to our house. I miss the small pub where I used to dance and sing karaoke. There was a small stray dog next to our house and we used to feed it with my sister. I wonder what happened to him?

Even the thought of that dog makes me smile. We begged and begged our mom to let us have it but she said no time after time.

I miss the bakery we visited every Saturday. I miss the jewelry store he bought me gifts from. I miss the smell, the nature... the beach.

If I ever make it out alive I'll do anything to move back home. Those rotten blood-thirsty people might be willing to kill little kids but somehow they are my home. And I don't know why. I guess home is home.

I snap back when I hear the old phrase.

"First, girls." Like always.

Everything is still a blur but at least I notice who's the female tribute from district two.

Holy shit, Maddie. Damn. If someone, she is dangerous. I trained a lot with her and she is ruthless when it comes to fighting. I roll my eyes when the audience yells in excitement. Disgusting.

Next, boys.

"Tobias Gallarghell."

One good thing about district two is that nobody is going to let Tobias participate in the games. He is too young and someone older, stronger will volunteer and someone will. Not just the one I wanted.

I hear the way too familiar voice through the tv.

"I volunteer!"

No. No way in hell. No, please no.

Steve Harrington walks through the audience and steps on the stage. He flashes his gorgeous smile and waves to the audience while everyone cheers him.

Oh God, Steve. My Steve. That is my Steve.

Steve just volunteered. He volunteered, stepped up because of his own free will. Because he wanted to. No one made him volunteer. 

We are both going to the game.

I am going to kill him.

I am going to have to kill the love of my life.

Unless....

unless I want to die.