I'm gently shaken and I open my eyes as fast as I can and I jerk up and start breathing heavy. I'm getting upset as my parents attempt to calm me down. They whisper calming words in my ear and I violently shake my head.
"The funeral, I sang, and what's going on?!" I'm freaking out. My mom shakes her head. "You started singing and I guess you had a flashback. You started screaming and nobody could calm you down. And then you passed out," my mother whispers. I notice she's been crying. Her eyes are red and her face is blotchy.
"Flashbacks? Like dad has?" I'm so confused right now. Thoughts are bursting in my mind faster than I can say them. My parents nod. "Where are we?"my dad responds, "On the aircraft back to 12. We'll be back in 12 in about an hour." I nod and they walk away.
I lay there thinking about everything. I will never forgive anybody that had to do with the Games. They ruined me. They ruined an innocent person. For the rest of my life I will have to live with the gruesome memories of the Games. My eyes sting and tears roll down my face. I wipe them softly with my index finger. I can't believe Noah's not here. I feel like I can't continue. "Goodbye," I whisper. And I drift off to sleep.
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One Last Hunger Games
FanfictionThe rebellion is over, and Katniss and Peeta are married. This story is told by the perspective of their 14 year old daughter, Primrose. She has asked her parents about The Hunger Games, but never gotten an answer. But when she walks into school one...
