The 64th Annual Hunger Games.

In Panem there's a game. It's not a pleasant game, it's just sick.
Children are chosen to fight to the death. Killing each other for the prize to be a victor.
Becoming a victor means you are bathed in riches and are made famous throughout all of Panem. I come from District 1 and were one of the richest districts. We're also trained in the art of survival, I am actually quite skilled with knives.
In my district it's supposed to be an honour to compete in the games but in reality I am completely terrified to ever have to enter the arena.
My father once won the games and he has set a bunch of rules for me if I ever of them is to not fall for any of the other tributes.

And that's exactly why I am screwed.


18. The Victor

Imogen's P.O.V


My dreams were full of images from the games. The screeching noise of the dying victors, the scars inflicted on my body, and Hunter's blood seeping onto my hands. I don't think I will ever have a normal nights sleep again. I walked silently to the breakfast room, we where soon getting off the train. 
"Good morning sweet heart," Destiny said trying to lift sprits. 
"I don't see anything good about it," I almost winced. One false move or statement could bring me to tears. I was so fragile. Harry was staring at me with a pained look in his eyes. He probably went through the same traumatic experience I am now. That's why he's so silent. 
I played around with my food, not bothering to eat anything. Soon everyone was done and packing there belongings off the train. I was done first and stood waiting at the train door. Suddenly Harry was at my side.
"I know how you feel," he whispered solemnly. 
"I bet you don't!" I snapped. His expression changed too a look of hurt. 
"Sorry it's just I feel horrible and I can't -" I stopped before I burst into a sobbing fit. 
"I think I know exactly what your going through! I was once in the games too Imogen. I had to kill my own best friend, I was forced too," he said depressingly. It almost looked like he was going to begin crying as well. I gave him a huge hug and we comforted each other until Destiny came through the doors. She had bags full of clothes and make up. I rolled my eyes at her Capitol ways. 
"You alright darling?" she asked quietly. She was standing so close to me I saw the tips of her eye lashes sparkling in the light. 
"Overly tired," I said shaking my head. Of course I wasn't ok! 


Soon the train doors opened and the familiar District 1 was in my sight. Smells wafted around me, noises erupted everywhere and I recognised the sad faces of my friends. I cried out desperately as I saw my family standing amongst the huge crowd. Nobody applauded for me as I walked onto the stage. They just shot me pitiful glances. It's the first time my home hasn't  congratulated the victor after the games. Maybe they think if they clap I might break down and scream. Which I probably will. After a small speech I was aloud to be reunited with my family. 
"Sorry daddy for not following those stupid rules you set," I said trying to make a joke out of it all. He looked at me sadly before I collapsed down and cried. 

Soon we were all sitting in my living room. The familiar scent of home and family, lingered in the air. Everyone is staring at me intently. Luke's family are also here looking distraught. That brings up memories of Luke and more tears flow down my cheeks. 
"It's horrible what they do," I started to scream because this really was unfair. The world was unfair. I began to think of Hunter. His kind face, soft lips and passionate words. 

Those last meaningful words fresh in my mind. 
"It's alright honey," my father said giving me a hug. 
"But it's not dad! None of this is alright," I spat angrily. I wasn't going to be able to do these victory tours and meet all the districts. I couldn't. 


My life was torture and it was the Capitol's fault. 

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