The 76th Hunger Games

Chapter two. Goodbye.

The chair below me drained me of all heat as a knock ran through the air of the room.

"mum?" the word is more than a hopeful whisper but less than a question.

The door opened revealing a rebel soldier controlling my mother, "Scarlet" she looks so relieved, what was she expecting, what did she think happened to tributes after they were reaped. The soldier pushed my mother into the room and she kept running towards me untill her arms had enveloped me. My hair becomes damp with her tears, and soon my own tears are streaming down my face.

"You have to be brave Scarlet." her voice is soothing and I manage to reply,

"I know."

"Not brave like a victor Scarlet, not arrogant and violent. Brave like your father was when he protected us from the rebels and from the attacks. Be kind like your father Scarlet not brutal like your grandfather, be a person you will be proud to be."

"I will try, but what what if,"

she cuts me off "don't think about that darling, just take everyday as it comes."

"I love you" I sob into her cardigan. her hand brushes over my head as she says

"I love you too"

"times up." I look up to see the grin spread across the soldier's face, does he enjoy the idea that this is probably the last time my mother is ever going to see me alive.

"no." I say quietly, not thinking about the affect me not cooperating could have. "No! if I'm going to play a part in these sick games you should give me what I want before I die!"

"Scarlet," my mother warns me, but I'm not listening to her.

"at least you can let me say goodbye to my mother! If your going to insist on killing me along with 22 other innocent children in these disgusting sick games you should give me as much time as I want to say goodbye!" I screamed at the soldier.

"so now these games are sick? now that we are using Capitol children they are sick. These games have been going on for 75 years! they were sick and disgusting from the very start! this is not sick young scarlet, this is justice." The soldier smacks me hard across my tear covered face with the back of his hand before grabbing my mothers arm pulling her out of the room slamming the door behind them leaving me alone again.

"Mum!" I scream through the locked door. had I put her in danger by objecting to the games? I collapse back down into my seat trying not to let my mind wonder too far from the room. I lift my hand to my face which is sore and tender but I hardly feel it over the anger that is bubbling inside of me.