The base looms ahead, its familiar silhouette offering little solace in the face of my anguish. Every corner, every shadow, holds memories of happier times, now tainted by the absence of a friend. I hesitate. But the rain is too much I sit down next to his backpack. The hill shields me from the rain. I just sit there. No one to share my confusion with. My sickle lays close to me. I just look at it. it once was my weapon my safety. Now it has taken another life. A life that was close to me. Sam's blood is still on it. I can't look at it anymore. I push it away out into the rain. The water slowly cleans the blade. I just sit looking at it. I finally realize how tired I am. it's been more than a long day. I almost died three times; I think. Cora almost killed me twice and Paliett had the jump on me. I sit there dozing of as the rain pours outside a few feet from me. I'm hollow. I'm empty. I'm tired. I'm cold. I'm so cold. But I don't care. I don't care I don't care.
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The 72 hunger games
Fanfictionblood drips from my mouth. what can i do? the pain is unbearable. i beg they dont find me. Cassie is a girl from district 9. she works in the fields to get money. but one day everything changes. she is reaped for the hunger games. will she survive t...
