THE 64TH HUNGERGAMES- YOUNGEST VICTOR (hungergames fanfic)

Chapter 15- what cost?

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, am I dead?

As soon as the knife left my body my mind wouldn't work. I felt helpless. The helpless little girl I am.

I dared to met Amias eyes. They were full with envy. This almost shook me out of my shock.

I barely fell myself being thrown on the floor as Amia goes for round two. She rises the knife above her head. I focus on the blade as if I'm slow motion slashes through the air to meet my body.

I rolled out of the way just in time. I realize my spear is too far for me to reach so instead I reach for the nearest rock.

It almost slips out of my blood covered hands.

Smash

I don't look as the canon sounds. For a second I think I have died but the pain is too real.

Very slowly I look at the rock. It is covered in blood and I know it's not just mine.

Emotions I don't know exist roll through my body in waves. I pull at my hand. I want to rip it off. The emotions fight at each other to escape my mouth.

They all come in screams.

I don't remember for how long I scream but it's long enough to make my throat itch.

I killed Amia.

It was never supposed to end this way. She was supposed to die in the fight. From there my hands would be clean of her blood.

I run over to the pond and scrub my hands of her blood.

Amia ,amia, amia

I refuse to forget her name like the others.

Ugly sobs escape my horse through as my hands turn raw. My hand is spinning and I can't tell if I am standing for laying.

Standing I decided but when I try to walk my legs won't work.

I stay there untill my vision fades.

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2 months later

I stare at my face. It was stained in blood. Innocent lives. I cant keep my hands from shaking.

My brother seems to catch on and holds my hand as my hungergames plays like a movie.

Pathetic

I look pathetic. Once I was proud of killing a career. Some sick proudness.

"We don't have to watch" my bother tells me.

I don't want to watch any longer. But I won't forget their names. I wont forget what I did to them.

Finally it ends. Caeser, purple hair comes into view.

"The one the only, little Pamen. In fact I don't think she's so little anymore. Her beauty as become a trend among many. I cant blame them, look at her face" he laughs at his own joke.

I force myself to look at the picture of myself on the screen. My ugly beauty mark has become a capital trend.

Sick I think.

So this is the official last chapter but I will be making a second book; for the quarter quell.
She will be much older. If you have any request for the next book please comment them here.

Thank you all so much for voting and reading. Stay safe.

(Sorry for bad grammar)