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The 34th Hunger Games

By @GuineaPigWriter13


“Callie! Are you ready for the Victory tour?”

No I am not. I’ll never be ready. I can’t face it. I can’t face going to District 7 and knowing that it is the home of Willow. Except Willow isn’t there. I don’t want to be anywhere Willow isn’t. But Willow isn’t anywhere. 

I think of her all the time, how she gave up her life for me, so that I could live. I can’t stop thinking about how she saved me and those last moments I had with her. I never realised I loved her until she kissed me. Then it hit me like a huge wave, along with the realisation that we couldn’t both win. But I needed her to live. But she wasn’t here for me.

So here I am, sitting here, with one, small, singular pill. So tiny, so powerful. I’m scared, but there’s comfort in knowing Willow will be waiting for me. Comfort that is non-existent here. I take a deep breath, before placing the pill in my mouth. I lift the glass of water, trying to stop my hands shaking. 

Willow. Think about Willow. Don’t you want to see her again?

I do. Of course I do. So I drink the water. I count to sixty in my head, but before I reach seventy, the world ceases to exist. 

It was painless.

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