Hunger Games.
It seemed as if everything important in my life happened only becasue of it.
All the bad things to be excact.
Well, no good things could happen in the world we live right now where everyone is only waiting to stab you in the back.
Even yourself.
The idea of the Hunger Games that I once hated now seemed like redemption for their sins.
That every one living in the Districts deserved it.
I wanted them to feel the pain. The excruciating pain that I felt while losing my beloved ones just because of them.
Only the Victor, who would kill other tributes shall be considered someone worthy of living. With that he would show the Capitol who he is willing to bow to.
Us, those with power. Those who can train them to be something different than a barbarian.
All I needed was one year, to see that the problem lies in reality in the districts, not in us all equally.
"So now you know, why the disctricts are bad." I said to my little sister, as she was looking at me with her big, round eyes.
"I don't like how you changed."
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Hate Me || Coriolanus Snow x Reader
FanfictionBook 2 One year. It's such a small time gap, but apparently enough for one to change. One year. It's all it takes till we can hurt the districts again.
