"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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I walk out of that room and I feel like I'm one cloud nine for all of five seconds, I brush past all the other tributes who heard the commotion in the room, some of them whispering to one another about what had just happened in there, but I do not even look at them whilst I pounce the doors open and walk out of there instantly. The Avox's let me through instantly whilst I stride myself all the way over to the elevator.
I click the number Four and feel myself riding up. I begin to cry, I begin to sob and I begin to fall down into the elevator. I feel myself on the floor of the elevator as it dings and I am on my floor. Maggs was the first one to notice me on the floor of the elevator, sobbing my eyes out.
Elodie nearly screams when she sees me crying but I bolt out of the elevator and run past her and Alexandria, whom are in mid conversation when I came out of the elevator. Saron tries to say something but he doesn't when I run past him and down the hallway, shooting into my room and sobbing my eyes out.
I lock the door, bundle up under the sheets and sob until I cannot hear anything else than my silent cries for help. I just want this all to be over with and I want to go home. I want to go home to Annie, the two of us to be together again. I want to go home to Lincoln, to Markus, to Vera, I want to go home to my best friends. I want to go home to my family.
But that is not possible. The Game Makers must be furious with me and find some way to take it out on me, they cannot take it out on me purely because they need a District Four girl who has been training. But they'll take it out on my family. they'll take it out on my sisters, on my brothers, on my father and my best friends. On the people who mean the most to me.
I cannot let that happen. I just sit there and cry, Elodie nearly breaks my door down but I yell for her to go away. I hear silent knocks of Saron but I do not tell him to go away, he figures it out. The rest don't bother me, although Finnick demands that I let him in. which I do not, I scream that he goes away. Which he does, eventually.
I lie there until I fall off into a nap, into a dreamless slumber but I worry about the sponsors, on how the game makers will take it out on me. on how their make my life a living hell in those games and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Great.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Elodie demands, I'm sitting on the couch after dinner. I didn't even come to dinner.
Thankfully, Maggs who is the sweetest soul in the world brought me some food to my room and I guzzled it down. I thanked her and she hugged me whilst I cried in her arms for a little bit. The two of us understanding one another and just caring for one another that little bit more.
"It doesn't matter how bad she was, they'll love her. the lost girl, we did a good job!" Kendra argues back instantly, she is sitting right next to me and squeezing my hand delicately. I have come to adore both her and Lighting.
"Oh please!" Elodie hisses, hitting Kendra with the newspaper in her hands as she tuts and struts the living room. "They will take it out on you and that's the last thing I want for you! for us! we're a team and this is bad publicity."
