prologue

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Today was the 65th hunger games and I had been in once since I was only 12 my best friend Finnick four times so I hope we don't get picked.

Me and Finn are currently walking down to get picked and to say I am nervous would be an understatement even though it's my first year I am scared shittles not just for me but for Finn.

"Lady's and gentlemen welcome to the 65th annual Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour!"  The escort says, he is wearing blue everything, I even think he is blue?

We have to listen to this video about war and shit, I never really listened.

"As normal lady's first. Adella mane!" He claps expecting everyone else to but only 3 people do aswell.

"Now time for the male tribute,"
This was it, to see if my only one true love would be in the games.

"Finnick Odair!"

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It is now the 66th hunger games and I am walking down myself since Finnick is a mentor and can't just show up like his is going to participate.

I am now 13 and have been in 5 times because I have been struggling with food since I live by myself.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen welcome to the 66th annual Hunger Games!" The escort seems way too happy this year probably because we won last but I don't think we will this time.

We have to watch that god awful war video again but I still have no idea what's going on.

Me and Finnick are still best friends so I wonder what he is doing right now since I can't see him on stage.

"Of course lady's first!" The escort who is in green this year puts his hand through the big bowl of papers half of them falling out.

He then grabs one and walks to the front and the only thing I can think about is please don't be me, please don't be me.

"And the lady for District fours tribute is." He does a dramatic pause for affect which made me role my eyes.

"Madison Otto!"

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One last person to kill and I don't think I can.
I have already killed 7 people and I got a stab in my leg and stomach.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

I'm a murderer.

'crunch'

I turn around nearly giving me whiplash.

There is the last player standing with a machete.

He makes a massive scream while coming at me and knocking me on the ground making me back my head and almost immediately I see black spots.

Fuck I'm not gonna make it.

"Should I kill you slow and painful, and cut of limb by limb until you just die from loss of blood. Or quick and not painful?" The guy on top of me laughs like a maniac.

I feel in my boot for my small knife I remember I had.
I can still barely see.

Yes I feel it I slowly grab it while he is still laughing giving it the perfect opportunity to. 'stab' right through his neck.

Blood splatters all over my face.

I push the dead tribute of me with all my strength left.

The last thing I hear before completing blacking out is, "Lady's and gentlemen this year's victor is Madison Otto!"

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"Maddie! Open the door please I heard you screaming." Finnick yet again is trying to get into my house.

I only screamed because of a bad dream, nothing bad so I ignored him and the banging stopped only 5 minutes later, going home like he always does.

It's now been 2 months since winning the Hunger Games and I have not talked to Finnick once.

I am disgusting.

A murderer.

A kill-.

I get brought out of my thoughts to a window smashing making me jump off the sofa I was laying on.

"Who's there?" My voice is broken slightly because of the horrific scream I just had.

"Me Finnick."

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Finnick never came back after that.

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Imogen

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