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Waiting For A Chance- CH2I start to panic and shake and I fall off the bench backing away to the corner to escape the monster, Snow. I see him standing right there in a puddle of blood and Prim's body limp on the ground, I start to scream in terror, and I see him walking towards me and I cover my eyes with my hands and just scream bloody horror.
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"Sweetheart, what are you screaming at? Sweetheart!" I hear Haymitch's voice yelling but getting closer and closer.
"Haymitch run, don't let him get you!" I scream towards him, still covering my eyes. I then felt a jolt of someone picking me up and shaking. "Please! I did what you wanted. Please!" still continuing to scream.
"What's going on?" I hear Sae, please don't let Snow get her, too.
"Sweetheart. Katniss, open your eyes." I felt the shaking getting stronger, I refuse to open it because I refuse to look at the killer, just let him get it over with. "Katniss, please. I'm letting whoever get you. The mailman won't get you. Trust me, I think he has better things to
Waiting For A Chance-CH1I watch as the birds fly in great blue sky, just like everyday since I've been back in District 12 for the past four months. I sit by the window and on good days I wonder how I've come this far, to sit here like a filthy slum, who hasn't shower in some days, maybe even months. Who hardly moves a muscle or for the girl who once care deeply for her family and her, bare to none, friends and in the end I see the reflection of my mother, I sit here alone and trapped somewhere in mind.
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I start to smell the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast, prepared only by Greasy Sae. She has come to my rescue soon after Haymitch dropped me off at my house, or what's left of an empty building. After my court hearing and everything, the Capital let me return to my former District 12 and be under strict accommodation to stay within the boundary of the district, whatever that is anymore. I have weekly phone calls from Dr. Aurelius or so I'm told from Sae, but why bother when I can't even look myself in the mir