Голодные игры
Chapter 18
Iovercookthebirdshopingsomeonewillshowuptoshoot,butnoonedoes.Maybetheothertributesareouttherebeatingoneanothersenseless.Whichwouldbefine,Eversincethebloodbath,I’vebeenfeaturedonscreensmostthanIcare.
Eventually,Iwrapupmyfoodandgobacktothestreamtoreplenishmywaterandgathersome.Buttheheavinessfromthemorningdrapesbackovermeandeventhoughit’sonlyearlyevening,Iclimbatreeandsettleinforthenight.Mybrainbeginstoreplaytheeventsfromyesterday.IkeepseeingRuespeared,myarrowpiercingtheboy’sneck.Idon’tknowwhyIshouldevencareabouttheboy.
ThenIrealize.hewasmyfirstkill.
Alongwithotherstatisticstheyreporttohelppeopleplacetheirbets,everytributehasalistofkills.IguesstechnicallyI’dgetcreditedforGlimmerandthegirlfromDistrict4,too,fordumpingthatnestonthem.ButtheboyfromDistrict1wasthefirstpersonIknewwoulddiebecauseofmyactions.Numerousanimalshavelosttheirlivesatmyhands,butonlyonehuman.IhearGalesaying,"Howdifferentcanitbe,really?"
Amazinglysimilarintheexecution.Abowpulled,anarrowshot.Entirelydifferentintheaftermath.IkilledaboywhosenameIdon’tevenknow.Somewherehisfamilyisweepingforhim.Hisfriendscallformyblood.Maybehehadagirlfriendwhoreallybelievedhewouldcomeback.
ButthenIthinkofRue’sstillbodyandI’mabletobanishtheboyfrommymind.Atleast,fornow.
It’sbeenanuneventfuldayaccordingtothesky.Nodeaths.
