Fire was raining down on top of the building. I was trapped. My family, my friends, everyone was trapped. The Capitol must have sent their forces to kill off District 12, just like they did to 13. Fear swept over me, anger washed through my veins, and then finally, relaxation. The thought of dying was accepted, and the thought of the games flashed in my mind. Was this how the people felt like in the end when they were being killed?
"Get out! Get out!" A harsh voice broke my relaxation. Weak, I looked around to who was talking. Light streamed through a hole in the wall, and a figure of black was walking in it. In a second, there was multiple figures, and I was being picked up. Quickly, I was being taken out of the burning building. "Get out! Get everyone out!" The voice was yelling again.
We were being saved. "My parents..." I croaked out. Light blinded my vision as I went outside. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I looked at who saved me. It was a man with black hair, fine skin, and striking blue eyes. "My parents..." I said louder. The man looked at me with a smile.
"Don't worry. Someone else will get them." The man's voice was soft.
I woke up covered in sweat. The memory was flitting away from me. "Sydney?" Mom called out to me. I looked over to where she was, lying in bed. She was sick and weak, almost on the verge of dying. "Did you have another bad dream?" She asked me.
"No." I lied to her. She frowned, catching onto my lie, but didn't bother to say anything. I looked over at the clock, five minutes until I would have gotten up. Quietly, I got dressed into my training gear and French braided my hair. Once done, I kissed mom good bye. "I love you." I told her and walked out of the room, heading to the cafeteria for breakfast. People were walking in and out of the room and in the hallways, chatter was audible.
"Hey." A voice spoke behind me. I looked back and saw David, one of my friends. He was wearing the same outfit as me, as both of us were training to fight against the Capitol.
"Hey." I spoke back. David smiled.
"Today's the big day you know? Last day before we get to go outside again. And go over to District 8 to help out the people." David said, trying to find conversation.
"Yeah..." I mumbled, not caring about going outside, only caring about taking revenge on the Capitol for the state they put my mother in.
My breath was coming out short, my muscles burned, and my face was red hot. It was the last hour into training, and I did not want to give up on becoming better. A whistle blew and I stopped, along with everyone else. "Listen up! Tomorrow most of you will be going to District 8, you will find out who you are soon enough! If you go, you will be here 05 hundred! Understand!" A guy yelled. "Yes sir!" Everyone responded.
David looked over at me with a smile. A familiar smile that I got used to, even though his lips was still busted up. Once we were able to train again David came over to me. "I bet you will go. You are the best of the best." He complimented me. I blushed and brushed off the compliment.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll race you." I told him. He smiled, accepting the offer. "First one to finish two laps wins!" I said and started to run.
I felt tired as I sat in a seat beside David. We both got accepted to go to District 8, and we were on the way now. Fear, curiosity, and anticipation overwhelmed me as we landed. Everyone walked out of the craft and the sun blinded us, and the noises filled out ears.
We were told what to do, and separated. David and I were lead to a building that hosted the injured. Both of us got to work until there was a huge rumble near us. Then another, until the roof collapsed. The world blackened and the memory of being trapped in the fire spilled around my thoughts. Fear, there was that pesky fear. "Help!" I called out. "David?! David?!" I had to find him... Had to make sure he was okay.
But I saw nothing. Scared, I started to yell out his name again. Still no answer, in fact, there was no other voice. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I started going around the rubble. Then I saw it. Striking blue eyes were visible underneath burning wood and metal. Instead of being soft and alive, they were blind to life. A cry came out from my mouth and I covered it with my hands. "David..." I whispered.