Ilook back at the stars in district 12. They’re real, unlike the fake ones thatI see nightly in the Hunger Games. I see the faces of the other 22 tributesthat are with me. We all went through the same things, being forced to be partof the Capitols sick, twisted games, while we transform into some kind of sickanimal. That’s what the HungerGames does to you. They make you fearful and hostile. Theymake you kill people for your own survival.
Theymake you kill children. Theoldest being only 18 years. Even for our families back home, they’re not safe.If we do anything wrong, they’re the ones going to be punished.
And if we die,they’re the ones who have to see it on TV, seeing us helpless and weak, knowingthey can’t do anything to stop it. I remember Rue dying… I held her in my handsand sang to her as her eyes fluttered shut. She was so innocent. Only 12 yearsold, the same age as Prim. Only Rue didn’t have anyone to volunteer for herlike Prim did.
I mean, why would they? Who wants to risk their own life, goingto an arena to kill 23 other people. This is when I realize how much I despisethe Capitol and everything they do.