"We'll figure this out together."
The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. None of this could be fixed. This was a doomed undertaking.
"And that concludes the District 12 reaping!" Sugar said in her high, sugary (ironic, huh) voice. How could someone seem so exuberant when they are reading the death sentence of innocent people?
The audience was grim with a subtle show of relief. Who could blame them?
Within seconds we were quickly rushed off of the stage, into the Justice Building. The anthem blared in the background, nearly on the verge of being a tortuous sound.
We were ushered by a tall, lanky Peacekeeper into a lavishly decorated room, with a plush red sofa and copious amounts of cushions. Was this the small comfort remaining in this mad world?
I sat and beckoned for my sister to take her space on my lap. My brothers sat on both sides of me, while my mother stood next to us.
"You get three minutes which each visitor. No more." the Peacekeeper said with a gruff voice.
My mother nodded in response.
I knew who I hoped to see, and wasn't disappointed.
"Melanie!" we all cried as she walked in the door.
Melanie Zenitram* was a frequent visitor to our house, and she seemed to unintentionally play the role as the grandmother. Older, yet so loving.
We all gave her a big hug as she burst into a terrible onset of tears.
"Oh my dears! I am so sorry that you have been chosen for this... for this... unruly, terrible, indescribable event!" she choked out through sobs.
Somehow I felt resistant to her tears. I guess I was still in deep shock.
We all comforted her in any way we could, but honestly how could you? I knew that Melanie would be all alone, as her husband, like our father, had died in the mining accident.
I can't think of that right now.
"I'm wasting my time here crying when I have important things to say!" Melanie exclaimed while she dried her tears. "Listen well my loves, for what I say is very important."
She lowered her voice to a whisper and said, "I know things I shouldn't. I must say it quickly."
TO BE CONTINUEDDDDD
sorry, I didn't feel like writing anymore today
*Comment if you got the reference (especially if you love the songs)
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