The Perks of The Hunger Games

For the Fan-fiction crossover competition. When Charlie is reaped into the Hunger Games, he really doesn't expect he is going to win. He's quiet, small, and not the bravest, but definitely the most observant. This is his journey through the games. In the style of Stephen Chbosky.


14. Home

Dear Friend,

I am home. The train journey was sad and quiet without Lydia to spend it with. I slept a lot, and stared out of the window.

When we pulled up into the station, my entire district were there, cheering and smiling at me. I ran up and hugged my mom, and my dad, and my sister, and then my brother, who isn't really a hug person. My mom cried, and I saw a sneaky tear in my dad's eye, but I didn't point it out. Then Sam and Patrick ran towards me, and Sam gave me the biggest, most relieved hug I have ever had in my life.

"I love you, Charlie." She whispers in my ear, and I breathe in her smell. She smells like home.

I am at my new house. I have decided not to call it home, because it doesn't feel like it. I don't have anyone to call, except Murdoch, who doesn't like to use his phone. There are a few other victors, but they are old or ignorant, and probably wouldn't want to speak to me.

A therapist is going to start visiting again, and my family have been advised to watch me closely, because I am 'mentally scarred.' It won't work. Nothing lets you forget the horrors of the Hunger Games.

I guess I'll relive it all when I go on the victory tour, and then when I have to mentor some other kids. I already relive it every night in my nightmares.

All I hope now is that something will be done to stop these games. They are cruel and destroying, and if anyone ever decides to stand against the Capitol, I will be right behind them.

That is it for now. Thank you for listening to my story, it has been hard, and I hope you are not bored. I have been sending my letters off to this random address, hoping someone is listening. I will stop it now, because that is the end of my story. Until something else happens, I will not send you anymore letters. I am a changed person, and maybe the person who is reading this can change things for us. Maybe you'll lead the rebellion? I hope so, and I will be behind you if you do.

Love always,


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