the 19th Hunger Games: ch.10Chapter 10My dreams were no more than blurs and hazes, flashing colours and vague sounds. But in the midst of all that, there was a patch of silence, a small spot radiating peace. I tried reaching it all the time but it was like a wall was pulled up between me and that one place. Every time I tried focussing on it, it faded away like a ghost. I woke up feeling uneasy and my mind was haunted by my dreams. I snapped at everyone in the morning and felt wired and drained in the afternoon. I was no use to anyone and kept to myself in the fort. Like this a few days past, I'm not even sure how many. During those days of feeling unsure and on edge my leg healed up pretty fine and slowly the blisters turned into normal wounds and then flattened themselves on my skin in the form of thin, white scars. After about a week or two I was back into shape and out there hunting for food, berries and fresh water. The forest appeared to be a source of pure luxury and delight. In those tw
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.12Chapter 12From my moment of victory, everything went too fast. A hovercraft appeared above me, someone came down specially to pry Lan's dead body from my arms and place me onto the ladder. I was hauled up, dragged in and cleaned up but inside I was a mess. Lan's last words where to warn me of the future and to tell me he loved me. I hadn't realised it before until he told me
but he'd been the peaceful spot in my dreams. I hadn't recognized the feeling because I refused to, because in my world love came only in combination with horrible pain. And my winning had only confirmed that idea. I was sedated and while I slept, a medical team took care of me. They healed my scars and wounds, treated my skin until it was soft and flawless. They had me strapped to a bed but after being awake for about half an hour they realised the straps were unnecessary. I wasn't going anywhere, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Something vital inside of me had died.
the 19th Hunger Games: ch.2Chapter 2That same day we were sent of to the Capitol. The train was more than fancy, it was absurdly over-done. The outside was made out of a shiny black iron with spotless windows. A neat silver line decorated the upper-side, just below the roof. I sort of wondered how they managed to keep it so spotless. In 10 there was mud everywhere, also on the rail. As I stepped inside I saw it was worse than I'd thought. Everything was made of fake-wood and plushy soft reddish-brown fabric. It wasn't plaid or flannel like I was used to but more like something that might be velvet. I wasn't sure though because I'd never touched velvet in my life."Lovely," I muttered under my breath. Ahm and the 13-year-old, Oscar, were already inside. I saw Ahm ease down on a chair in the hallway as his eyes followed both Oscar and me closely. He observed us with a certain sickening kind of delight in his eyes as Oscar let his fingers slowly dance over the velvet covering th