"How did you feel when you won?" Caesar asked.
Here I stand, Victor of the 48th Hunger Games and you wonder how I feel. I did not win. I lost. Either way you lose the Hunger Games. You never win. Just one lost is better than the other; one is good, you die. The other is bad, you win, but traumatized and blood on your hands and comforted with riches. So how I feel, I feel like I loss, I'll never be the same again. I feel dead, but alive.
"I felt relieved, happy that I survived. Can't wait to go home and see my mom again." I smiled.
That's a lie.
After the Hunger Games I was treated to my wounds. Now I look like I've never been in the Hunger Games on the outside. But if you took a minute to look in my eyes there is many scars that won't heal. My eyes have no color, my eyes are ruined. Full with blood.
On my leg I found out I did touch a Poison Ivy and it treated right after I left the Arena. But today I'm coming home. Finally. But I don't want to.
Once I got into the train Slade walked up to me. Without saying a word he hugged me. He tucked my head into his shoulders and that's when I lost it. Tears rushed down my face.
"It's okay, it's okay. I know how you feel." Slade shushed. "I'm very proud of you. You've been through alot, and You are very strong after witnessing everything"
My tears slowly stopped.
After that I sat on the blue chairs. Weren't these the chairs where we first met Slade. Yeah they were. I looked around and I saw the first knife I threw impaled in the wall. I slouched on the chair wondering what I am going to once I get home.
"Bailey would you like some tea?" Amelie asked and brought in a tea set.
After 40 minutes we go home. I peered out the window of the train to see most of the people from district 6 yelling and waving at me. Are they proud that I murdered pepole to win? The door to the train opened and me and Slade got off the train. I waved and smile and just used the basic stuff I learned from Amelie.
While I was looking through the crowd there was certain pepole that I noticed. Mom, Dad,Liza and Louis. When I saw them looking at me they were smiling but it looked like they were looking at diffrent person. I know why.
=THE END
Of the
48th Hunger Games=
A/N:
The book is finally over. YAS?!! This book was the second book I have ever written and I'm very proud of it. Thankful for whoever stayed on the journey full of trash~
By reading this book you are clearly see how my writing improved and how more serious I became of a writer. I actually started developing my own style of writing.
THIS BOOK IS MY BABY!
So now I'm going to be going through major editing to the book, may be changing the story and the characters connections a little bit. God... that's going to be a journey full of cringe. I also want to say thank you for reading my book.
I also want to thank some of my BEST FRIENDS for actually giving me Ideas for this book!
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The 48th Hunger Games {Editing} ( #Wattys2017 )
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