3. May: A Nightmare
For a second there was nothing. Not a thought, sound or person around me; I was in a muffled dream world.
And then there was everything. The thought of my death, the sound of the sighs and the crowd of girls moving to let me through; I was in an open nightmare.
I let go of my younger sister’s hand and slowly walked to the end of the row and looked at every girl I could. I wanted to have a good look at all the people I’d miss and all the people I wouldn’t. All the people I’d never know, but they’d all know me. This was the last time I’d see them, so I had to make the most of it. I got to the end of the row and turned, trying not to look shocked or devastated like I actually was.
Forty thousand eyes stared holes into me and I self-consciously put a hand through my greasy brown hair, making sure it looked okay for the cameras. I soon found myself at the stairs to the stage and my feet stopped in their tracks. Somehow I had not registered much of what happened. I had been chosen at the reaping. I was on television. I was going to die. That stirred me out of my thoughts and I continued my path to destruction.
“Here, darling, let me help you!” The escort stuck her hand towards mine; the same hand that picked one of my 16 slips out of the ball. My hand still took hers against my desires, and she pulled me up to a small podium.
“Now, is there anyone that wants to volunteer?” I knew there would be silence, volunteering was unheard of in district 12. But someone proved me wrong.
“I... I volunteer!” My eyes widened; it was Tiana.