chance (n.)
possibility of something happening.
CHECKMATE #2
"am i supposed to be happy that i lived and won? because technically i could never be."
The victor's crown sits upon Gwyneth Anderson's head.
She can't process the horrors she went throug...
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— GWYNETH —
BOOM!
I STARE at the screen in shock, watching Zoey die in Kunboss' arms. I hadn't expected her to die at all, not to mention on the first day.
Zoey. Zoey?
Knowing she's dead, I feel a sudden pain in my heart. I brought her back, and she's dead. Well.. she's not exactly dead, but as good as dead. She's trapped in a machine waiting for someone to save her. If not, she'll die. This time for real.
Kunboss.. he loved her, and now he has to continue on without her. And hopefully, he'll be able to bring her back.
Someone raps at my door, and a stern-looking lady enters.
"Since your mentee Zoey Sinclair has died on the first night of the Games, you are hereby required to attend a press interview to speak of this situation."
An interview? All out of a sudden?
I can't process that much information, but I nod hesitantly.
Another familiar face appears behind that lady. Emma, my stylist. I haven't seen her in more than two months. Now that my friends are in the arena, she's the only person I can trust here in the Capitol City.
Emma pulls me into an embrace. "Gwyneth, I missed you," she says, and I reply, "I missed you too."
The lady from before leaves the room, reminding us to be ready in twenty minutes and head to the interview venue.
Emma pulls away from the hug, handing me a white dress that fades to green at the hem. I turn away from her and change, but when I turn back to Emma for my makeup, something clicks in my head.
All I know is, Emma seems familiar. From somewhere before the Games.
I shrug off the thought for now. It must be my imagination acting up.
I plop down on my bed and relax as Emma starts to do my makeup. She brushes a thin layer of shadow onto my eyelids and applies some lip gloss after brushing my cheeks with a faint pink blusher.
After I'm all set, we enter the lift and descend to the interview venue.
But all I can think of is how Zoey isn't on Earth anymore.
She's trapped in one of those dreaded life machines, waiting for someone to save her.
"W-win for me." Her death scene keeps replaying in my mind. I didn't save her. I wasn't in the arena. And she died because of my choice to bring her back. Why? How could I be so selfish?
