stronger

part 9

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I press my hands underwater and rub of the layer of wounds which I

received in the arena. my head is feeling a bit better since I am able to sleep at least one hour per night.

when I closed my eyes one week ago I wasn't able to fotget about the horrors I've been through for one minute. it's getting better bit by bit. that doesn't take away the fact that I think about it a lot, but it's better then it was.

the games of this year are almost over I suggest. there are two more survivors:  the boy from 5, bryden. and  the girl from 9  ,Natalie.  they found Bryan's death body two days ago.  they will send his body to his family tonight.  when I first found out he died, I got very mad. I was so mad that Peather had to lock me up one night long.  when I was locked I realized that it was better for Bryan to be death. he would have never liked it over here.

living here is weird. most of the  ex-tributes  became nuts. I quite understand why. before they came here they thought they were death and could never see their family alive again. that pain should be gone away soon because of dying . but instead of dying they came over here.

every day they had to live with the fact that their family thought they were death. they weren't and they could not tell them ever because you're not aloud to visit your family.  that's  'dangerous'  they told us.

If I didn't have Natalie, I would probably go nuts too. just like the others. 

Natalie is like my best friend over here.  we've met each other less then a week ago. but since the moment she got here, I liked her immediately.

it sounds weird but I see my brother  in her. 

I can talk with her like I used to talk with my brother. and that keeps me strong. 

Peather told me why they save us.  they do it for us. they want to build up a new society over here.  they think it's rude to let us die in the arena. so they help us out and give us another chance to live. we may not see our family because they would 'freak out' and tell everyone. and when they tell everyone there is a chance it ends up at the capitol. 

I think it makes no sense. most of the tributes rather die then live without family.  I don't. I have the feeling that after the reaping wasn't the last time I saw them.

the question who fills my head every night is: is there a chance of going home?

I hope so.

Natalie walks away.  "Natalie!" I yell.  I run after her. "where are you going?" I ask.  "I'm searching a way out." she replies.   "a way out? where do you want to go then?" I ask  "district 9 and then 12"   "why would you g.. oh.. you want me to come with you!" I say exited   "ssst!  nobody can know."    "sorry" I say. I feel exited.    "when do you want to go?"  I whisper   "as soon as we find a way out"  she whispers.

I nod.

I think about a way out. 

we could use the same way out as the way we came in. I think.   but there is too much security. 

what we need is someone who can help us.  someone from the security guard or something. 

we could dress ourselves like we are security and there is a chance it works out! 

but how do we get those clothing? 

I stare at my hands and think. a women who was in the 8th hunger games takes a seat next to me.   I think she is 50 years old or something.  she turns her head  and whispers something.   she was talking to me.  "sorry, what did you say?"   I whisper.  "I know about your plan" she whispers. "I want to help you." 

I don't understand it. why would she help us?

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