I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Two-The Cannon

"No," I say and Isa nods.

"Fine, but we won't kill each other," she says. "See ya." Then she walks away.

I grab my bow and walk the other way. The white flowers are nowhere to be seen and the forest seems empty, well other than the trees.

I hear a scream, and a cannon. My breath skips a beat. I feel myself run faster, my lungs burn. My throat drys up. I pant.

Unable to run anymore, I stop and find behind a tree. An image of Ben appears in my head, dead. A tear falls down my cheek. I hope it wasn't him. More than anything.

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I remembered when Ben and I were young, he was five and I was eight. We were playing outside in a field. It was in District 11, a place where our mom went on a business trip.

The field smelled of flour and the sky was a bright blue, like our dad's eyes. It made me cry and collapse.

Ben put a tiny hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing?" I answered and wiped my eyes.

"Tell me."

"Okay, the sky reminded of our dad."

"Dad? Kids in class talked about them. What are they?" I gulped. How can I explain this to a five year old?

"I'll just tell you about our dad. He had bright blue eyes and blonde hair, like yours. He was kind and funny."

"We're is he?"

"He is gone, somewhere safe where he'll be happy until we grow old and can see him again." Ben smiled and wrapped his arms around me.

Even though I knew it wasn't true, I smiled back.

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After a few minutes, I pull away from the tree, only to hear a gunshot and feel pain. I was shot.