Life After: POV of a District 9 Tribute

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Brittany

We turn back to face the crowd. I find Brit's face. It's crumpled into her hands. She's sobbing so hard it looks like she's having a seizure. We're so connected that I feel everything she does. We had imagined the rest of our lives together. Our kids playing together. Us chatting about our newly made lives. Our husbands. Our new houses right next to each other. How we miss our families. I look away from her to look at Rebecca. She's so innocent, so pure. She doesn't need to watch me die on national television. She notices me looking at her, and adoring her beauty. She shakes her head violently and turns to bury her head into her best friends' shoulder. She doesn't want me to see her like that. I understand, I wouldn't want her to see me that way either. I look to find mom and dad. They are joined with Elizabeth. I can't look at the faces I love any longer because I feel our escorts hand on my arm. It's cold. She feels dead. I suppose that if I were a limb of the Capitol I would feel dead too.

"Come, come!" She says in her perky voice.

A peacekeeper takes my arm. I can feel each one of his fingertips making imprints on my skin. I feel like I'm in a box, like I'm about to suffocate. He leads me down a long narrow hallway and through a series of more condensed hallways that make it seem like a maze, not a building. By this time I've lost track of Max. I don't want to think about him, let alone see him. The hate I already feel for him is unfathomable. The peacekeeper takes me into a room on the right, and leaves as if he were never there, like a ghost.