That Work Of Fiction (A Hunger Games Fan Fiction) [Completed]

Epilogue

I look around at the faces that surround me. All the bloody scars and wounds. Gone.

The angelic looks they give me, well cover up the suffering I know consumes their waking hours, and keeps them from sleeping at night.

But we have eachother. We have all been through the games, and ended up in the same place as a result of it.

Call it what you like, Heaven, Nirvana, but we call it home.

In the few weeks after my 'death', roughly 15 teenage spirits entered this place, including Jasmina, the girl who sent me here.

I can see that, without her face being caked in dirt and blood, she looks quite pretty, with her long, glossy hair, settling just above her waist, thin body and almost perfect complexion. But of course, we are not the only ones.

Kate, Rosalie and Flynn, my best friends. our similar stories unite us aswell as our age and experiences.

I try to forget what happened in the arena, and, although the others seem keen to compare experiences, they see i am reluctant, and refrain from reminiscing too vividly.

I keep in touch with Freddie, and see him now and then. The only thing keeping me back is the fact that, whenever i come across him, I can't seem to stop my imagination from seeing him as the dying boy he last appeared as in that clearing on the last day in the arena.

Having said that though, after the flashbacks are over, he returns to being just the same Freddie I have always known, and I love him dearly, with all my heart.

Everyone tries to function as normal, but we will never be quite the same again. How can we after all the horrendous things we've witnessed and been through? No, we will never be like before.

We will be stronger. Together.