"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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Pain. It isn't to some degree something that you do instantaneously touch, when your eyes are padlocked in with them closed, your intellects are nowhere to be found and you are just one with the realm. The biosphere all over the place you aren't moving as you are just one with the creation, you cannot hear a thing, you cannot feel a thing. Is this what becoming extinct feels like? It feels almost peaceful, why was I so petrified of this? I am noiseless, I am nothing more than a being in the water.
I think of my mother, I think of her compassionate appearance and her striking attractive looks, I think of how she'll welcome me when I make it onto the other side. How we'll devote our time together, how I'll see Saron again, my friend. The three of us will greet each other with whole-hearted hands, benevolent eyes and placid touches.
But then I think of other things, like my braining is screaming and scraping my skull to wake me up. like it is in shutdown mode.
I think of Maggs. I think of Kendra and Lighting. I think of Elodie. I think of I think Pandora and Iva. I think of Finnick. of Annie, Vera, Lincoln and Markus. I think of Hollie.
How Maggs will watch my death and I know a pintsize part of her will weep when that cannon goes off, as I'll hit the rocks at the bottom of this creek and I'll never return from the bottom of them, how my body will just decay beneath here for tourists to come visit it. that's what my body will be reduced to, a tourist attraction.
Kendra will shout, throw something at the TV and beg for it not to be true. That her comrade is dead, the lowermost of a lake with her eyes still open, looking directly at the camera without moving an inch. Lighting will be silent for days, someone he genuinely cares about went into somewhere and never left it.
Elodie will go silent too, despite being a total bitch and how she wants everything to be perfect I knew she liked me.
Pandora and Iva. Fuck. The two of them are observing this right now, both of them blubbing and squawking at the TV for me to move and wretch myself from the bottom of the ocean. Then when I do die, they'll just lie together in a bed, both sobbing.
Finnick. I don't know what he'll do but I know a part of him will feel the guilt for ignoring that little part of us that was romantic, but that his gut feeling was right and that I did die in this arena. That I lost myself into the fire, but I want to make it out alive for him. I want to see his face again, I want to kiss it again, I want to hold his features once more.
My siblings. Vera will not comprehend why her big sister has not come home from wherever she went. Markus will probably censor some kind of animals' oesophagus out, roaring for the pain in his chest to stop, the despondency consuming his body. Annie will get thinner and thinner as she lies in bed for months, her sister is deceased. Lincoln will become their sole provider, that can't be easy on him.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
I thrust my entire body out from underneath the water.
