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...
My head is aching and my arm is sore. No one ever came in and helped my arm, so I haven't checked on it since last night. It could be infected all I know. Maybe the infection will kill me and take me out of my misery.
I haven't slept since yesterday because everytime I close my eyes I see Finnick's trident digging itself into Isla and Dylan's skin. I heard Peeta muttering a lot to himself last night and I didn't know how to help him for once in my life.
They came earlier to drop off food for us and I've only heard boots walk over to Peeta and Johanna's cell. I can hear someone's screaming and from what I can tell it's not Peeta's. I haven't moved from my spot since last night and I hope I don't have to move at all today.
That lady's words last night brought up so many bad memories. "At Least I haven't killed upwards of 6 people." I had to do what I did to survive. I never wanted to kill those people. But you enjoyed killing Pluto and Silver. No, I didn't. You smiled while you killed them.
"Get out of my head!" I yell, gripping the sides of my head, trying to get rid of the voices. I hear the door burst open and I see the same Peacekeeper that took me yesterday in the doorway. "No, please, no." I beg.
I back away and into the furthest corner from the door. He trudges over and grips the injured arm and I wince. I take in what he is wearing while we are walking. I see a gun strapped on the other side of his body, but on the closest side to me there is a dagger strapped to his thigh.
I suddenly trip over my own two feet and bring the Peacekeeper down with me. I hear him groan in pain and I sit up and quickly grab the dagger from the holster and slide it in the back of my pants. He quickly stands up and yanks me up with him.
I turn my head and slightly smirk as he brings me to the same room as yesterday. He throws me into the room and I again back into the corner, trying to get as far away from the door as possible.
I let out a breath, but soon enough the door opens again and I hear the annoying clacking of heels. I look up and see the same woman from yesterday. She has the same syringe that she has been giving me like every other day. Today is different though. I guess I didn't notice it when I was thrown in the room, but today there is a chair in the middle of the room.
