The 72 hunger games

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I can hear the aircraft approach to pick up Sam's body. I stand frozen. I can feel the weight of my loss and the enormity of my actions pressing down on me. The sound of the aircraft's engines fills the air, drowning out the steady rhythm of the rain. I know everybody is watching me. The game makers, the capitol, Theo, 9, my aunt and Snow. That monster. I can't. I can't do this anymore. I'm tired. I'm just so tired. I hear the aircraft flying away. I finally begin to break. Tears dripping down my cheeks as I fall to my knees.

I feel utterly alone in the vast expanse of the arena, overwhelmed by the enormity of what I've done. Tears stream down my cheeks, mingling with the rain as I struggle to make sense of my shattered world. The memories of Sam flood my mind once again. I feel as if I'm drowning in sorrow, unable to find a way out of the darkness that surrounds me. I feel despair. I feel grief. I feel empty and alone. I feel cold. I feel tired. Tired. I'm so tired. Why does things have to be like this? Why couldn't he just let me die. Me and not him. Me. The sorrow consumes me. I put my hands over my face as if to wash the feelings away. I fall forward and only avoid the wet dirt by sinking my hands into it. and there I am. Siting in the rain. I look down at the dirt that is now almost mud thanks to the rain. It was right here Sam spend his last night. Right here in this world. Right here in this field. Right here in this base. Right here in this arena of death. I can't take it anymore. Who knew it could hurt so much. Hurt more than getting a sword through the stomach. It hurts. it hurts so much. My world crumbles around me as I scream. I scream at the top of my lungs. I don't care if they hear me. I don't care if the others find me and kill me. I don't care. I don't care. I̸͍̜̮̖͛̍̈́̾͂ ̴̫̞̺̣̪̼̯̿͛̾͌́̎͛̔̕͘͝d̸̢̝̻̳̩̦̤̫̲͖̬̺̬̹̏̄͗͗̊̀̓̂͊̕̕ͅo̵̧̎̾̈́̒̋̈́̚͝͝n̸̡͇̝̜̱̪̺̦̘͍͔̱͂̋͜ͅͅţ̵̢̡̛̺͙̩͎͖̒̇̒̔͐́̓̉́́͝ ̴̨̧̧͉̥̟̯̘̳̭̹̝̟̈̍̃̆̈́̈̎́͋̀̓͌̍͒̚͜c̵̪̖̭̩̼̻̘͌̽ą̷̛̘͇͕̪̙͖̀͜͝ͅṟ̵̢̖͌͋́̒̔͗̀̅͒̀͒é̴̛̜̥̩͓͎̰̥͇̀̈́͗̾̇̍̊͆̋͋̾͌̇