it wasn’t ideal. it was the furthest thing from, actually. but there was no way around it, she had been reaped. everything since then had been a blur, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, like the walls would close in and crush her at any given moment.
she wanted out, god, she wanted to go home, back to her dad, and her brother, and her cat. but she couldn’t. she probably wouldn’t ever see them again. she didn’t have any skills, training had proved that, she’d shied away from the weapons mostly, she didn’t want to kill anyone, how could she ?
she didn’t realize she was crying until she bumped into someone, mumbling an apology, pale hands rising to wipe away tears from her cheeks and eyes, and she felt even worse when she saw who she bumped into, johanna mason, a victor, another tributes mentor. how pathetic the woman would probably think her.
this day really couldn’t get worse, could it ?
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