Her skin had gotten pale, and her eyes were closed. I could feel the blood flowing alongside my legs as I held the shower door open. I covered my nose, squinted my eyes and gagged. 'Someone! Please help!' I yelled as loud as I could. Toby rushed in and gasped in disbelief. Quickly he held a finger under the nose of Kate. He shaked his head.
'I'm sorry..' he said, as he put his hand on my shoulder. Kate why would you do this?
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It had been a few hours. James called the guards and they took her away. I found it hard to let go of her body, just like her when Emmeth passed. Why didn't she tell me? I could have helped her. "Maybe." That was the last thing she said to me. I should've ran after her. I should've...
The guards took away all her stuff; het backpack, her stuffed animal, her book. James tapped on my shoulders the moment they left. 'I found this in her pillow.' He pressed a note in my hand and wrapped my fingers around it. I nodded and walked back to my bed. With shaking hands I opened up the note.
I am sorry Luce, I wish I was stronger.
I simply have no reason to be alive anymore. But I do wish we could have talked more. Please forgive me.
I folded the note again, following the creases. I was angry, hurt, and sad. How could she do this?
It was that moment when I realized; their parents would get the money if they won. They forced them to join the games. They send them to their death. They..
I crumbled up the paper in pure anger.
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Clenching my fist and teeth, I walked to the big silver door. The room was filled with chairs and tables for visit time. It looked and felt like a prison - which it was. - I looked around, searching for that familiar face. There it was! I quickly walked up to her. She immediately stood up and tried to hug me, but I pushed her arms away from me.
'Sit down. We need to talk.' My mom looked confused but sat down again. I repeated the memories in my head.
The newspapers, the bills, the conversations, the crying.
'Mom..' I said with my voice trembling, 'Did you manipulate me into signing in for the games?'
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(Earlier version) Flowerborn Part 1: The Arena
General FictionOnce every five years, 500 people, ages 15 to 25, have the chance to play in the games. Every game gets more grim, cruel and horrific. Only the strongest, smartest and strong-willed people will win the grand prize of one million. Lucy, a girl born i...
