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 ANDERSON stood by the window of the train that was quickly approaching the Adelaide Woods.
Wind blew into her face, and it was warm. It offered her its tight 'it's okay' embrace, yet she couldn't seem to shake what had happened in the past week off her mind.
The Hunger Games.
Had she really watched her friends die in front of her eyes? Had she not been able to save them and saw the life leave their bodies? Had she really watched them be taken away from her, reaching up from the ground where they lay, but just without grasp?
To Gwyneth Anderson, the Games were nothing but a nightmare.
A horror. A never-ending maze that constantly throws in twists and torture. Allies were forced to turn against each other; lovers forced to break apart; friendships turned into nothing in just mere seconds.
She desperately wishes the Games were just games. That her friends were back here with her.
But deep down inside, she knows it's impossible. The best thing she imagines are the smiling faces of her best friends, looking down at her from Heaven, where they deserved to be.
Only a week and a half ago, Gwyneth Anderson entered what was the horrible entirety of the Adelaide Woods Hunger Games with twenty-three others to fight for each their own lives. Now, she is the only one that remains.
Emptiness fills her mind. The absence of her best friends. Their warm grasps. Their comforting embraces.
Eunice Seyfield. Zoey Sinclair. Kunboss Bailey.
Charlotte Levine. Laine Whitlock. Nathan Thatcher.
Gwyneth entered the Games with them, and now they are gone. They are dead. They were teenagers. They were all only thirteen. Fourteen at most.
— GWYNETH —
Was this all a lie?
Please tell me this is all a lie. Please tell me the emptiness I feel inside me isn't true. The void inside me, that was once filled by blabbering, laughter, gossip, and girly screams - is gone. The people are gone too.
My heart was broken. It's still shattered.
They will not come back to me, but I still want to hold on to that little bit of hope. Please.. please.. please.
They are in Heaven now. They are in a...better place?
I can't get myself to believe my own words. Who am I kidding, anyways.
I can't help but long that they're with me. The voices in my head that blamed me that it was my fault are gone, as a result of Byrok medication. But I still miss them every day, telling myself if it weren't for me, they'd be here singing, dancing, and walking hand in hand.
The electrical whizzing. The familiar scenery shows itself before me once again.
Only a few mere weeks ago, my only thought as I sat on this same train was if that was the last time I would see the Adelaide Woods ever again.
