PROLOGUE

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I didn't know what to feel. 

I was numb.

I won.

I didn't have to win.

They had people to go to.

They had families. 

People that actually cared about them. 

Something took over me that day.

I never felt anymore alive that day.

I was free even if I was in the arena. 

Why did I win? 

I didn't have to. Did I? 

I may be from district 1 but that doesn't mean I don't have a heart. 

Was it the instinct of survival? 

Was it blood lust? 

Was it the greed of power that had been dormant for so long? 

Was it the plain idea of winning that got me to kill those kids? 

I murdered them. 

They were entertainment. 

I was entertainment. 

I am entertainment.

They love me. 

They all love me. 

I murdered their children. Yet they love me. 

They should be mad but they see it as an honor that..."


"That what?"

"I murdered their kids in that arena!"

"Yet, they see it that their children were lucky to be killed by me."

"Storm, you didn't make them suffer like they did."

"How do you make it stop?"

"Stop what?"

"The guilt for living. The guilt of surviving something that someone else should've."

"I don't know." 

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