Will I be forgotten?// JB(Lalia)

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The escort leads me into the justice building. They say not a word. They dint congratulate me, they don’t say sorry. They say nothing. Their faces grim as I am escorted, like a prisoner to the building where people who care about the tributes who are being sent away to their death. No one would come see me. I had no one left. I was alone in this world. Just me and myself for company for the next few hours before I am herded off onto a train, were I’ll the be getting closer, and closer to my death bed. I don’t want to die. I didn’t want to leave this world. I didn’t care about how many time I complained about my life on this earth, in this district, I was still scared to die. I was still scared to be sent into a new life of the unknown. I didn’t want to enter the unknown. I didn’t want any surprises.

The sound of the door closing behind me draws me out of my thoughts. We had just entered the building. The peacekeepers which surrounded me, herded me towards one of the doors at the end of the hallway. “Do you think I have a chance? Do you think I could win?” I ask. I don’t know why I bother, but the words seemed to slip from my mouth on their own accord. “Well?” I finish, trying not to look too silly in front of the men. “Yeah, thanks, your vote of confidence guys, makes me feel so much better.” I say into the silence, a scowl forming on my lips. I knew that I must f sounded like an idiot to these men. They must hear it every year, moaning of tributes as they are taken away from their home and into a room where there families will pour their hearts out.

We reach the end of the hall way and one of the men reach out for the handle, pulling the door open before gesturing me to enter. I give the men one last dark look before disappearing into the room, tossing a comment over my shoulder. “Won’t need to worry about hearing sobbing from this room. No one cares about me. I am going to die alone. Nice knowing you guys.” I say, turning my back as the door closes loudly behind me.

I wait one more moment before falling to my knees where I stand. I was about to be sent off to my death and I had no one to say goodbye too. I had no one. I was about to sent off to my death with nothing but my escort to remind me of my last minutes at home, in District 6. Tears burn the back of my eyes, but I will them to stay put. I didn’t need tears, where were they going to get me? Tears will get me know where. Tears were only going to be a weakness, a weakness that may see me to be one of the first shipped back home, in a body bag, mutilated, maybe, unrecognisable. Images of previous tributes bodies flash through my mind. I see bags. I see blood. I see limbs hanging in awkward positions. I see legs missing, eyes wide open but lifeless.

Shaking my head I will the images to leave my mind. This was the last thing I needed to see bodies of the past, maybe of the future. Swallowing, I get off my knees and walk over to the couch where I flop down into the seat. I close my eyes and just sit there, pushing everything out of my mind. What I needed was silence. What I needed was to be tucked away in my bed. What I needed was to forget the capitol even existed.