Hey, I'm Eric. I won the 60th games at 18, as a volunteer. I hate every second of this sick life. I'm bathed in riches, but my sister hates me. My dad is dead. My mom is different. The only person who understands me is Finnick Odair. We are both desirable victors, but there was no wait with the Capitol women after I won my games. Every time I go to the Capitol, I'm being sold to sleep with random women. But it's not just women, men too. Finnick will be sold around next year, once he turns 16.
Snow threatened to kill my beloved sister. Now I have to act detached, act like I hate her. It breaks my heart every day when Ariel walks through the door with no smile, like she used to have. I miss the days when she would come home from school, and talk about what she learned in history class. She was forced to grow up too fast. She wasn't always depressed when I came home from the Games.
We used to have a living father too. He was my rock. That's why Snow killed him first. I refused to be sold into prostitution after I won my games, so Peacekeepers were sent to shoot my father and broadcast it live. I was forced to watch.
Mom used to be happy too, even beautiful. She was so full of happiness and life before I left. When I volunteered, the color was drained out of her face, her eyes were gray, not blue like usual. The same thing happened with Ariel. That's when mom broke. She became distant, she didn't say goodbye, Ariel tried so hard to be brave.
That's my broken life.
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The Fighter
FanfictionAriel lost her father. She lost her brother through his arrogance. Finnick Odair left her after he won the games. Now it's the 66th Hunger Games and Ariel is determined to win. Will she win? Will she lose? Read to find out. I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER G...
