The hunger games - Gone - Sam and Astrid-

Chapter 1 - part 2

Astrid's pov

I woke up three hours ago from a nightmare. Every time I dreamt of the same thing, I was in the hunger games, I woke up  right before a spear hit me in the chest. But this time? This time was different. I dreamt of Sam in the hunger games and I expected to wake up went he was about to have the same fate I did but I saw the whole death scene. I saw the spear being thrown from the bushes and it hit him square in the chest. Blood seeped through his clothing and he lay there motionless. The bright sun rays reflected off his face, still giving him the essence of life. But I knew it wasn't the truth, he was dead.

After the nightmare, I was so worried about the reaping, I couldn't go back to sleep. The sun was just rising over the horizon as I attempt to tied my long blond hair back in a braid. The elastic gets caught in my hair and I pull it out causing a few hairs to be teared from my head. I sighed in frustration. I guess my hair won't be up for the reaping this year, I think.

Last night I had set out a blue dress to match the color of my eyes. It wasn't the most beautiful thing I had ever seen but it was better than nothing. I thought of Sam's carefree ways and how he never dressed up for these events. The thought of him brought a smile to my face and tears to my eyes. I hope hedoesn't get reaped this year. I don't want to lose him. I love him.

I sit down next to my windowsill and pray. I pray that Sam doesn't get reaped. I pray that he never gets reaped. I get up slowly and get dressed. I glance over at the clock across from my bed. Ten minutes until the reaping starts. I walk downstairs slowly and kiss Little Pete, my brother on his forehead. He doesn't acknoledge me, although he never does. Pete is autistic and is attached to his video game. It doesn't even have batteries anymore. We ran out of the money to buy them a long time ago. But he doesn't seem to notice. 

I wave at my mother and father and I leave the house. A warm breeze engulfs me and blows my hair back. I walk briskly towards the town center, where the reaping is being held. In my spot in line I try to see if Sam's here yet. It's useless though, I can't even see over some of the parents and younger siblings of the kids in line. I watch as Petunia Hellebore get ready to walk on stage. I glance back and see Sam running up into his spot in line. I shake my head and laugh to myself. 

Petunia starts her speech and I listen intently. I'm completely fascinated by how the Hunger Games started, contrary to most. It's actually very interesting. For the most part the Capitol wants to remind the districts who's in charge. Obviously we know it's them, but they seem to think 24 kids being sent to kill each other is necessary for us to remember it.

"Happy Hunger Games!" she declares after the speech. "And may the odds ever be in your favor. As usual, ladies first." She walks over to the bowl and draws out a paper. She walks back to the microphone and says, "Astrid Ellison!" I maneuver my way around the crowd of people and reach the stage. I'mshaking in fear. Tears are in my eyes. I look at Sam, I find him looking at me. I probably have the same look he does. Tears of fear in my eyes. I try to blink them away as I stare at Sam, trying to get a last look at him, and his carelessness. I know I will not kill anyone, murder is a sin. They will kill me, although I will fight. 

I'm still looking at Sam when she calls the male tribute's name. I don't hear who it is. All I see is Sam walking slowly to he stage. At first I'm confused then tears fall from my eyes. Sam's coming to the Hunger Games with me. He stands next to me, tense. 

"Shake hands!" Petunia says. Sam puts his hand out for me but I hug him tightly. I want to say something, anything, but  I couldn't muster the words. I couldn't live without Sam. One of my biggest fears was losing him.

"You're going to live." He whispered in my ear. How could he even say that? I pulled away from him .I didn't want to win. If I did, I would just be living in hell, without Sam, I wouldn't stay sane. Sam was strong, he'd be able to live without me. we were quickly ushered off the stage and brought to our temporary rooms. They were separate of course, but a part of me wished I could sit on the small couch that filled the room next to Sam until we were taken away. I sat on the old dusty, couch and waited for someone to come see me. I wasn't sure they would, but I sure hoped so.

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this is how it's going to be for the rest of the story, there will be a part one and two of every chapter having each characters opinions of the event. If it really bothers you pm me please so I can consider changing it ! thx!

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