Голодные игры
Chapter 26
"Gotit,sweetheart?"Hecouldbetalkingaboutanythingnow.
"Gotit,"Isay."DidyoutellPeetathis?"
"Don’thaveto,"saysHaymitch."He’salreadythere."
"ButyouthinkI’mnot?"Isay,takingtheopportunitytostraightenabrightredbowtieCinnamusthavewrestledhiminto.
"SincewhendoesitmatterwhatIthink?"saysHaymitch."Bettertakeourplaces."Heleadsmetothemetalcircle."Thisisyournight,sweetheart.Enjoyit."Hekissesmeontheforeheadanddisappearsintothegloom.
Itugonmyskirt,willingittobelonger,wantingittocovertheknockinginmyknees.ThenIrealizeit’spointless.Mywholebody’sshakinglikealeaf.Hopefully,itwillbeputdowntoexcitement.Afterall,it’smynight.
Thedamp,moldysmellbeneaththestagethreatenstochokeme.Acold,clammysweatbreaksoutonmyskinandIcan’tridmyselfofthefeelingthattheboardsabovemyheadareabouttocollapse,toburymealiveundertherubble.WhenIleftthearena,whenthetrumpetsplayed,Iwassupposedtobesafe.Fromthenon.Fortherestofmylife.ButifwhatHaymitchsaysistrue,andhe’sgotnoreasontolie,I’veneverbeeninsuchadangerousplaceinmylife.
It’ssomuchworsethanbeinghuntedinthearena.There,Icouldonlydie.Endofstory.ButoutherePrim,mymother,Gale,thepeopleofDistrict12,everyoneIcareaboutbackhomecouldbepunishedifIcan’tpulloffthegirl-driven-crazy-by-lovescenarioHaymitchhassuggested.
SoIstillhaveachance,though
