I'm just 12. 17th annual hunger games. (Hungergames fanfic).

Chapter 5

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Christmas update :) sorry it took so long to update, and there isn't much action, but the reaping will be in the next chapter, this is more like character development, where she tries to let go of things because she thinks that she will be reaped, also you meet a new character :). So, sorry for the long wait, and enjoy. Please let me know what you think
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I can hear the sound of waves crashing against rock. The sweet smell of the ocean sends tingles down my spine. I can feel the sand, soft against my feet as I dispose of my shoes. I said previously that being at the sea can become dull and boring, but I can't help but be grateful that I get to relax and spend time with my dad after a very eventful day.
I can relax knowing that my sister sleeps soundly with Mags watching her, but I can't relax that much knowing that demons will haunt her, the games fresh in her head from the day she had at school. No child so young should see those things, no child at all should do those things. No one deserves a future where murder is involved.
My future is mapped out for me. Tomorrow at the reaping my name will be drawn, no one will volunteer, I will enter that arena, and I will die. I'm already a piece of these games, the child of star crossed lovers, I'm in too deep to do something rebellious. I can count the number of times I will see this sea before I die on one hand, it's a very disturbing thought. It makes me regret the about of times that I could of been here but refused to do just that.

"Ready to get back"? My father walks up behind me, he's just handed in the fish we caught. I take one last look, and mentally say goodbye to the sea, my sea, part of my home. The sea is a big part of my life, it's the reason behind my name, it's hard to let go of something like that, but I have to let go. "Can we stop by Corɑ's I want to give her this" I say whilst holding up a shell. Cora loved to collect shells, before she became ill. Now she's never out of the house. We use to be best friends, when we were younger, but ever since she became ill we are barely friends. Still, I stop by her house every week, and I give her a shell to add to her collection. Every time I go, her condition has gotten worse. She's 12 just like me, and he has the traditional district 4 look. Everyone here, except for me, does. "Come on then" my father says, putting a hand on my back, guiding me through the darkness towards my dying friend.

"Aqua, it's lovely to see you, she's in her room, like always. Just go on up, she's missed you" I can see tears escaping her eyes. Cora's mother is very emotional, she has been since Cora became ill, but then again every parent would wouldn't they?
Cora and her family live in the well off area of district 4. Their home is one of the many nice houses, that have 3 or more bedrooms. I make my way up the stairs that creak every time you step on them. I come to the door that marks her room. I brace myself, taking deep breaths. My old best friend is dying behind that door, I never know what to expect. Slowly I reach for the door, and gently push the door open.
She looks so small, swallowed up by the blankets. I make my way over and sit on the chair next to her bed. I reach over and push the hair out of her face. So young, she was once full of beauty, but as the life drained out of her it took most of her beauty with it, made her face hollow. Empty of life. Even her eyes, which now look up at me, have been drained of life, what once was beautiful pools of blue are now a dull grey colour. "Hey" I whisper. She smiles at me, even in this state, her smiles are real. But you can tell by her eyes that she has given up on life. They wouldn't tell me what illness she's got, what's causing her to die.

"I've got something for you" I say as I show her the shell. She smiles and gives a small nod of her head. She likes that one. I cross over the room and place the shell in her shell basket, there's not much room left for anymore, just like there's not much life left in her, could this be a sign?
I sit back in the chair and hold her hand. Even though she is older than me by 2 months, I feel protective over her, like she is my younger sister.
"Are they making you go to the reaping tomorrow"? I ask her. Tears weld up in her eyes as she nods her head.
"Do you still have to put your name in"? I ask, even though I already know the answer. She nods, confirming my suspicions. My blood starts to boil, how can they put someone that ill into the games, why would they? I reach over and give her a hug.
"I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep tight" just as I'm about to open the door and walk away. She talks. "Thank you" her voice is rough, as she barely uses it, I turn around and smile at her, blow her a kiss goodbye.
She will always be my sister, she will always be in my heart. I walk away before the tears spill.