I Can't (A Hunger Games Fanfiction)

Epilogue

Ten Years Later

It's been ten years since I killed my brother. I've been better, but I never was the same after the games. I remember him vividly, showing up in my dreams and his eyes haunting me pale. I never wanted a child, the chance of the games always on my mind, but here I am. 

Pain fills my body and I bite my lip. "One more, Mrs. Taylor," the nurse says. I feel the pain raising, and stopping, followed my a baby's cry. It's finally here. "Great job. Meet your baby girl," she says handing me a baby.

The baby's big blue eyes stare back at me. I look back at my husband, Jon. His name reminds me of Jon from the games, but I love my Jon a lot more. I married him last year.

Jon smiles at me, planting a kiss on my forehead. I give a sly smile. I think about what kind of names there are. One catches my mind. Sarah. The Sarah from the games. Sarah Marian.

"Meet Sarah Taylor," I say.

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Thirteen Years Later

Jon holds my hand tightly, his eyes on the person on the stage. I peer through the crowd to see my son's, Ben's, golden hair. He looks back at me. He looks just like my brother, Ben, before he died. He has his father's golden hair and my dark brown eyes, thus looking exactly like my brother. He's twelve, just the right age, too.

Ben points to his sister, thirteen year-old Sarah. Her straight light brown, that matches mine, is visible from the distance and I see of hint of her father's bright blue eyes. Before I can get  her attention, the Reaping starts all over again.

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"Now, the time has come for us to select one courageous man and women for the honor to represent District 1 in the fiftieth Annual Hunger Games," the man says with a smile. "As usual, ladies first." He reaches into the bowl and pulls out a name. I force my eyes closed and swiftly open them.

"Sarah Taylor." I fall to the ground.

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When I open my eyes, I see Jon, grasping my hand. "What happened?" I ask.

He looks down with a sigh before answering. "Sarah and Ben were reaped."