It All Changed

District 9. Grain. Watching the Hunger Games. Playing in the fields. Bedtime stories. Joey. Kiera. Maggie. Me. That all changed on reaping day. No it was just me and 23 other tributes who wouldn't mind me dead. Dead.
*cover by C.H. Potter*


3. Chapter 3

I slammed the door in frustration. Why now! I wanted to throw Kiera at a wall. I took a deep breathe and told her to wait on the couch so I could put the little ones to bed.

I laid Joey on his Twin sized bed. He didn't object to sleep which I was grateful for. That would be one more problem to deal with. "Is Mommy okay?" He asked worriedly. I didn't know what to say.

"She.. She.... She's in a better place." I said trying to sound strong. Nobody could fool Joey though. He laid down as if processing it in his little mind. I kissed him on the head. "Goodnight Joey." I said in a soothing tone.

"I love you Anna." He muttered.

Maggie went to bed in a breeze, I put her in her bed and turned on a little radio we had. Next, I had to deal with Kiera, I was deciding whether to be mad at her or sad for her. It was her fault and she knew it. As soon as I turned the corner I made up my mind. Her face was tear-streaked, her hair a mess, she was whining slightly.

"Kiera, lay on the floor and I will put some ointment on your back to make it hurt less." I said, trying not to bring up my mom. Kiera nodded. She took off her shirt and laid flat on the white carpet. I rubbed a little bit of ointment on at a time trying to reduce pain. I worked silently and she had stopped crying. We listened to the wind outside.

"It's all my fault." She said quietly. I frowned.

"No. Don't blame yourself. We wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for the stupid government."

"Anna bring your voice down. They might hear you." She warned. She let out a cry of pain. I had pushed to hard out if my anger to the government. "Do you think I'll get picked for the Hunger Games?" She asked trying to keep her one light and airy.

"No, your name is only in there once." I said the line my mom had said to me when I was 12. That cheered her up a little.

"Anna, can we be good. I am sorry and I just want to be happy again." I felt like crying.

"Yeah." I said wiping away a tear. "I'm done." I said, my voice watery. she put her shirt back on and went upstairs to bed.

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