150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Exil Burns ~ District 11

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Exil Burns P.O.V

I don't think anyone can see me. I can't see them. I feel the heavy breathes going through my lungs. I just lay here, peaceful, like no one can hurt me. I am in a soft world we're pain is non-existent. But in my world, pain is everywhere.

You can't walk through my district without seeing someone on the verge of death. 

I like to escape to my world when times are hard, and through the circumstances I may be there for a while today.

Reaping Day. The day where two families will loose there children to peoples enjoyment. Another day where a mother becomes childless, another day, where all hints of positivity is taken away, and crush by peoples deaths.

Everyone in the district is used to death. Disappointment. Failure. Its just worse to see it live and televised.

I don't remember walking down to the reaping's. I spend it in my world. In my world everyone is happy and smiling but when I am shaken back to reality everyone's faces are dull and depressed. Like always.

Once I have signed in and stand amongst the other thirteen year olds I am struck to the ground by someone's hard fists. My cheek begins to swell. I look up almost all most blinded by the beaming sun that is exposed against the ocean blue sky.

Simon Farrell.

This boy has bullied me since I don't know how long. Everyday I come home with bruises from him or another scar on my body or inside my head.

"How you doing black stuff!" Mark cheers sarcastically.

This is one of his common greetings we're he bags my colour.

I get up and don't dare look at him and turn to the stage.

"I said hello!" He cries giving me a lighter push in the back that makes me stumble into the boy in front of me.

"Hi" I whisper so quietly I am surprised he hears me. I move to the back of the crowd away from him. But as always, he follow coming to give me more pain.

"Don't walk away from me you little nig!" This time he trips me over and hold my head against the concrete with his foot.

I go back to my world. In my world right now I get straight up and run all the way home. I have butterflies in my stomach as if I am about to meet a pen pal. But I arrive home to my family. They stand in a line of height order. My father. Looks so much like me its uncanny. My mother, with her big brown eyes and high cheek bones. Then my little sister. To young and innocent to understand what is happening in our world. I only hope and pray it stays that way but it won't. It never does.

"Stop!" I shout so loud I wouldn't be surprised if everyone in the square had heard. I turn my eyes so that they lock in with Simons. His are deadly and murderous. He is about double my size and I know I have made a mistake. At any moment now he will just push his foot a little harder and I will have pain darting all through my body.

But he doesn't. He just lifts his foot up and places it next to his other and stands there. Calm and collected like nothing just happen. Like he didn't just scare me to death. I stay on the ground as if giving him a cue to step on me again. But he just stands there.

He actually stopped.

I get up, stand a few feet in front of him. Far enough so he can't snap my neck in half.

When the escort begins to talk I wonder what may have clicked in him mind. Did he realise that everything he had been doing for the last couple of years was pure and utter torcher and has actually stopped.

I don't believe that. At all.

But what could have made him stop.

When the girl steps forward onto the stage I feel tears welling up in my eyes like the rest of the district. Another innocent life, gone.

I turn slightly so I can see Simon out of the corner of my eyes, I get a scare as he is already looking right into mine. His beady and frightening eyes.

I gulp loudly and feel my Adams-apple bob up and down heavily.

When the escort steps forward to introduce the final tribute, the male, and like last year my stomach ties up into a big knot of curiosity and pure horror. It can't be me it can't

But just before the escort calls out an unlucky childs name I heap a very loud "I VOLUNTEER" from behind me.

Simon?

He smiles down at me and pushes me hard into the opening isle splitting the males an females.

He just framed me of volunteering!

"NO! NO! It wasn;t me! It was him" I scream pointing to Simon. He puts on an innocent face as if nothing just happened. There are gasps peeping out all around the big crowd. I rush back to wear I was standing and meet Simon. Adrenaline shoots through me and my fist makes hard contact with his jaw sending him flying into the short boy next to him. He recovers, clenching his fist, but before he can do any damage two Peacekeepers take me away. 

I try get out of there grip, but they just hold me tighter. 

I am taken into the Justice Building, and I look over at Simon.

Simon is smiling and waving goodbye!