-Chapter 7-
Oh god.. I think. I was terrible! I say down in a plastic chair while waiting or the elevator.
I didn't wait for Reef, Palioa, Finnick, I waited for no one.
A cheerful little dong told me that the elevator was on my level, I walked into it and with no emotion one my face, I pressed number 4 and went up.
-In the Room-
I flopped down on my bed, the games, the games, the games.
The.Games.Where.Tommorrow.
I had to think it like that. The night had been so long, hard and nerve-racking. I couldn't muster up enough energy to say it fluently like a normal person.
I tried to get ready for bed, but I just couldn't, I was too scared, to lonely, to drained.
I was going to die,
Die,
Die,
Die.
You are going to die is all my brain thought.
The words sent little stabs of fright into my gut. I couldn't take it anymore.
I got up slowly, walking on my tiptoes to the roof.
There I took off my shoes, messed up my hair and tore of about 2 feet of the dress' skirt. I was going to die as me,
I walked to the edge, sure of my decision, and...
Jumped.
I flew through the air, down, down to the cold hard concrete, I thought of everything that the few Capitol days had turned me into.
They turned me into something I'm not.
I was bracing myself for the painful impact with the ground and,
BBBZZZ!!!!!!!!
I was thrown back up.
I tumbled back onto the roof,
And the person I didn't want to see, is the one I saw,
Reef.
I hurriedly got up.
" Sorry" I mumbled.
And ran away.
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The 69th Hunger Games
Fanfiction13 year old Atlantic Quicksilver is a tribute in the 69th hunger games. She is scared,young, and not at all like the Career Tributes that most other districts associate with District 4. Will be the odds be in her favor? Read to find out! Enjoy!!
