Based on True Events...#fanficfrightday {HG}

Endings

I wake up with a headache.

"Hey, Line killer party last night." Kerian Matthews pats my shoulder and walks out of the abandoned factory where I held my Halloween party.

"Kerian, what are you talking about, we jus-just, it was a dream." I say shakily.

"Jakob's, no offense but we never call each other by our fist names, you must have been really drunk last night."

"Yeah I guess." I mumble as he walks away.

I eventually get home and my mom freaks out.

"What mom I do this every year, chill."

"There was murder last night."

"What!" I look to the tv screen and see the main headline.

-Unidentified body found at old campsite-

I run out of the house and to a library on the side of my high schools campus. And find exactly who I need.

"Finnick." I yell. No one turns.

Noah Zimmerman doesn't even flinch.

Dreams don't come true, not here, not in a town where everyday is the same and nothing changes here in Aldri. Nothing every will. So no I never did find the killer because that day forward I realized that I was stuck on a day being repeated and repeated.  Aldri is a never ever town, never changing, never doing anything. My life was literally nothing but repetition. And so now as I write this story I look out at what might come next. But mentally I couldn't take it, will my death change what is happening here. I can't take this anymore. Seeing Noah but not Finnick, seeing Matthews but not Kerian. I am depressed and I can't take this any more.

I put down the pen and look down at the books surrounding my feet. Around me sketches of Panem and of Katniss, Peeta, Gale,Finnick everything.

I won't kill myself, I won't let someone take pleasure in my weakness, but now I am leaving.

Years later...

The old house where I founded I was wrecked, the house where I found Panem.

There was note a long nice one, once I read it I knew it was no suicide note, this girl just wanted more.

I look around at her careful sketches.

I don't know if the girl found what she was looking for but for now, her ideas were meant for something.  The hunger games...a perfect name for a book.

Emmeline Jakobs is gone, she may be in Panem now all I know is that she left this house looking for more.

And I sure as hell was going to give it to her.