I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter Ten: You're Not Sorry

Two weeks later

I wake up to heavy breathing. Nightmares. Again. It's been like since training started. Awake and sleep kind of nightmares. My life is a living nightmare, or one you can't wake up from. Soon, my brother or I maybe dead, or even both, and by the most awful way you can.

I sit up and sigh.

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I close my eyes for a swift moment and quickly open them. It's too hard to relax and this suit thing and have to wear doesn't help either. Everything around me reminds me of the games, even the vanilla smelling air.

I turn my head to the door and Nickolette walks in, her black hair popping against her pale skin and black lips. "Good luck is all I have to say to you, Elena," she says. "I'm sorry this happened to you, but that's the way it has to be."

"Yea, it's your kind's fault," I mumble. "It's the truth no matter how you push it away." She gulps. "It's not fair. Children from the Capitol aren't reaped."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry can't bring back six-hundred, fourty-four and how many more lives back." I feel like crying. "Just leave me alone." I'm about to step into the tube.

"I brought you something," she says and pulls something out of her pocket of her blue dress that matches her eyes. It's a little pink butterfly hair piece; the one from the Reaping. She pins it in my hair. "Good luck."

I try to give her a sly smile, but it turns out bad and she frowns deeper into her face. "Sorry," I say and stop trying. I step into the tube. The countdown starts. Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... I shout up the tube.