"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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"Ladies and Gentlemen, you know her as Jack the Ripper but around here she's known as Serabella Chambers. Come on out, Serabella!"
I had been planning for this all week, my chest surges up and the knowing and growing sensation in my chest that made me think I was going insane had once returned. I was swallowing down every last drip of the saliva in my mouth. Standing behind the stone doors of the Justice Building that separated me from District Ten.
I couldn't bring myself last night to realise the horrifying feeling; that today I had to accept the troubled terror in my mind that Hollie was truly departed and passed away. That I had watched, bawled, and shed tears every inch of my body when I watched her die.
I had to offer my condolences and my apologies to the families of the fallen tributes. Hollie and Vartus. Two friends that I had made in the games and two people who had given their life for me to succeed. Praise the Capitol, tell them that you are no longer a sign of rebellion, merely that you are one of them now.
"You're going to be okay." I heard Finnick whisper in my ear, I hadn't really spoken to him all morning and instead avoided his gaze whenever I felt him watching me.
I couldn't stomach him right now.
I couldn't stomach anyone right now.
"Let's give Serabella Chambers aka Jack the Ripper a warm welcome!"
The doors tossed themselves wide open, and the open air rustled into my lungs, the sound of nothingness made me feel practically ready to be out here. I was in a black halter dress; it was exceptionally glistening and lengthy with beading aching down the dress. The top of the dress was in a tight shape, and it went all the way up to my neck. There were tons of disperse fabric flogging all the way from my waist down to my kneecaps. my hair pinned back into a bun with the dark hair coming out of it.
"Thank you, Mayor." I thank the mayor civilly before marching myself up to the microphone. The deadly silence is completely different from last year where District Ten where roaring and campaigning against the previous victor.
"It is an honour to be with you today and to be with the families of your fallen tributes." I begin my speech as I look covering the crowd.
I see her mothers, the two women standing on a platform with Hollie in the background of one of the banners. There she stands, I practically sob right there on the spot looking at her there. She has her formidable blonde hair, her sparkling blue eyes, and that gentle smile. Her mother's look like her. Especially one of them, that must be her biological aunt. She has the same blonde hair and ivory skin.
They look so much alike. As if looking into the eyes of older Hollie. What she would've looked like if she survived the games.
The other woman has red hair that reminds me of Annie's ginger hair. her olive-green eyes and sun-tanned skin are her most noticeable attributes. The women hold one another close and watch me, both of them holding back tears whilst I am doing the same. They are so beautiful, so young and so lost. They didn't deserve to lose their daughter.
