Cordelia Benham a 16 year old girl gets reaped into the Hunger Games. Cordelia was left to fend for herself and her little siblings when both her parents died.
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"That's Cordelia Benham and Finnick Odair right?" ┊"Yes, She won he games at 16 in...
I have surprisingly gotten through almost all of the districts without any problems again. I still haven't told Finn about what I saw on TV and nobody talked about it.
Sometimes I feel just me and the rest of the people in the districts saw it because I have tried to talk to other people about it, but they think I'm crazy. I know I didn't imagine that.
I have been paranoid though. I have kept a dagger I stole from a Peacekeeper strapped to my leg at all times. No one knows about it, but if they did I have a pretty good excuse.
Most of the districts were easy to go through. The only ones I had problems with were when we went to district 6 and 8. Those two districts killed the people I cared about and I couldn't look their families in the eyes because they raised people who did things like that.
Not that I am any different. I killed 8 people to survive. Half of them being the next districts I am going to. I have no idea how they are going to react. On one hand they are a career district and are happy for any winner that is a career because district 4 is technically a career district. On the other hand I smiled as I watched their children die.
I wouldn't be too happy if I watched my daughter or son get killed by a psycho who smiled as they killed my kid. I scared myself when I had to watch myself in the games. I don't even remember what was going through my head. All I know is that I wanted revenge, and revenge is what I got.
I hear the door to my bedroom open and I look over to see Finnick. "Why are you sprawled out like a starfish on our bed?" He asked me.
"I'm thinking." I say. He comes to sit on the edge of the bed. I move my body so he can lay on the bed with me too. He lays down beside me. We're inches apart, but I can still feel him next to me.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks looking up at the ceiling too.
"Everything."
"What's everything?" He asks his interest peaking.
"Do you think I'm psycho?" I ask.
"No. Why would you think that?"
"Who smiles as they kill someone's child? It's like my brain went on autopilot and a whole new person came out and it's like I enjoyed killing them." I say.
