The Aftermath {OPEN}

I barely remember the events following the earthquake, the one that took so many people’s lives- Including my mothers. I had been in the hospital for months, slipping in and out of consciousness, operation after operation in order to save the use of my legs. Sadly, the odds were not in my favour and my legs are no longer of use- spine snapped in two. Dreams of winning the games, dashed within seconds. Yet- at the time I didn’t know it, I was thinking of my mum; instead of thinking of myself for once. I had not stopped thinking about her, she had been the woman who had taken me in after all those years of me losing hope. Now, she was gone.

I still thought of her as I signed the release papers that’d let me go home. Well, not home- home had been reduced to rubble. Belle had owned a secondary apartment further into the city, small one roomed place; 5th floor of the apartment block. I sighed heavily as I handed the Doctor the release papers and wheeled myself out of the Hospital onto the hustling bustling street of District 1. People walked round me as I rolled down the street in my wheel chair. When I could walk, I probably could have out run everyone in the street. Not anymore- everything was gone. As I passed the training center, I paused to look in the window.

I watched the people train, and I did feel envious. How could I not? I could have been in there with them- punching, throwing, kicking, and wrestling with others. That would never happen again- and it killed me. The Hunger Games, winning the Games, had meant the world to me- since I could remember watching the blood slaughter on the screen. I wanted to be there- I wanted to be the last man standing. That, would never happen now. I would be the first one dead, let alone the last. I sighed, looking down as the Careers began to exit the building; turning, I wheeled myself away but as I did, I wheeled myself right into someone.

“Oh, god…sorry” I said looking up