The Eighty First Hunger Games «MAJOR REWRITING, REEDITING, AND REVISION»

:24: The Light Is Calling

A hovercraft came and lifted me out of the arena, but the thought only bounced around my head.

I had just won the Hunger Games.

Would a rebellion really happen after I died, like Harper, Katniss, Tef, and Echo had said? Well, if it takes four people to convince me, then yeah, it probably would.

Death. That's what came before and with the Hunger Games, not after.

It wasn't a big deal though, just a sick, diseased, dying girl who's body would soon become a cadaver.

No big deal.

After a short flight that was probably quite long, I arrived at the Training Center yet again. After the ride up the elevator, Harper was waiting for me in the penthouse.

"Harper!" I exclaimed hoarsely, rushing in for a hug. "You're okay!"

"Of course I'm okay. I woke up a little before Kay died. Illissa, I told you that you could do it!"

I didn't speak back. I wanted to save my voice, but it was useless. As Harper released me from the hug and her supporting grasp, I fell, boneless, to the ground. My head slammed against the clean wood floor and my eyesight pulsed.

When the throbbing in my eyes paused for a moment, I was being rushed onto a train. I tried to speak up, to ask what was happening, but my voice was gone.

My vision went black once again. When I managed to lift my heavy lids, I was surrounded by clean white walls, white furnishings, white everything. The two things that stood out were Harper and the man I assumed was the doctor.

Harper patted my hair softly. "It's okay, Illissa. You're going through the last stage of Fatal Familial Insomnia. Your family will be here shortly, but you can sleep now if you want. You'll probably hear them in your coma," she cooed.

I was scared, but I closed my eyes softly and fell into hibernation mode.

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A deep black, a deep black was all I saw. It wasn't the color of black cloth, black berries, or black coals. It was the color of nothing. People think white is the color of nothing, but white is the color of hope and inspiration. Hope because it also means infinity, forever. Inspiration because it motivates you to put something in the white. Black is the real color of nothing. Black is the color of what is beyond our atmosphere, it's the unknown. To us, mankind, the unknown is the equality of nothing. Black is already tainted by whatever was put there at first. Black is full. Black is nothing.

When the black was replaced by the white of the room, I knew it was only a temporary white. Nothingness turned into temporary hope. Temporary hope to meet my family, to say my final farewells. The infinity quenched the temporary. Infinity love for my family, even after death.

I saw five faces at my left and three at my right. On my left, I saw the dirty faces of my mother and father, Frankie, June, and Elleyah. On my right, I saw the clean faces of Tef, Harper, and Catre. I understood Katniss couldn't be here. Not yet, at least. Not until my passing.

"Goodbye, I love you." I croaked to each of my family members in return. June laid next to me in the bed, Frankie sat on the foot of the bed, and Ellie bounced on my stomach.

"You guys have been great friends for me since the day I've met you. Thank you." I murmured to each.

Black started closing in on me again, but I was prepare for it this time. I was engulfed by black for a few minutes before it started fading into a gentle white, not harsh like the white of the hospital room.

Kayte, Panner, Echo, Rave,...

I'm coming.

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THIS IS NOT THE END. I REPEAT.

THIS IS NOT THE END.

Epilogue, baybeh. ;)

Time to finish this and enter it in the Watty Awards! I love you guys!

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