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Chapter 2: Memories
The President keeps talking but I’m not listening. I’m not going to pay attention to how they are going to prepare us like pigs for slaughter. I don’t want to die even thought I have nothing to live for. I remember my mother so well even if she was taken away from me when I was seven. It had been a cold day of winter in our district, the snow lay at the ground and it was very slippery because of the ice. My father had preformed a violation of the law, I don’t know what he did. They had almost ripped up his whole back with the whip when my mother came through and somehow managed to push the Peacekeeper aside and protect her husband. When the peacekeeper stood up, for he had felt on the slippery eyes, my mum hit him hard.
“You have already given him more than two hundred lashes, it’s enough.”
“Mrs, if you don’t step out of the way I will have to punish you too as well.”, the peacekeeper said calmly.
During this I was hidden in the crowd, you see my mum had locked me inside and told me not to go out. Of course I had to do the exactly opposite, I opened my window and climbed out. I squeezed my way through the crowd, some people noticed me and sighed. One person, I think it was the baker, told me to go home.
“I’m not going to move your fool!” my mother yelled.
And then she litterly jumped at the peacekeeper and started to hit him, the fight was already defined because of course the peacekeepers took my mother down. An then she was taken away. I asked dad where she was.
“In district 8, on a vacation.” He responded.
I knew already then he lied, because we couldn’t afford to go on vacation. Not even if we traveled one.
“When is she coming back?”
The truth is my mum was taken to the capitol were they cut out her tongue and made her an avox.
That’s how the Capitol took my mother away from me.
Two years later, when I was nine, my dad began to plan the rebellion among with others in district twelve. I did not know then that I was going to beg him for taking me with him. Later when I was fourteen everybody in our district, and district twelve knew there was going to be a rebellion. No one complained. The next year, one year earlier than now, it began. We tried to get all district on our side. Then we could head in to the capitol. River wanted to go too as well, but both dad and I said no. I died anyway in the hands of a the capitol when I fled in the woods. That’s how the district took my brother away from me.
There was something special about River, he had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. And he was always so kind, when there was someone I didn’t like and talked about I always seemed to change my opinion. He comes to me often in my dreams, I know it’s silly but dreams and memories seams to be the only thing I have left.
My brother was a terrible lose for us, we had a lot in common father and I. So we both needed to push all our feelings aside by fighting. We were in district four and fought, took peacekeepers down and so on. Honestly we were about to loose the rebellion. We had only convinced district 11, 10, 3, and 5. A bomb blew up behind us and that’s when it happened. My father was shot in the head after the explosion. I killed his murder immediately and I sat down next to him. Begging him not to go.
“Please.” I sobbed, “Please don’t leave.”
He smiled a little and I took his hand in mine.
“I’m not leaving, not really.” He whispered.
“Yes you are!” I cried.
“No.” he insisted, “I will always be right here.” He pointed at my heart, “Promise me you’ll never give up.”
“I promise.” You could barely hear what I said because I was crying so much.
“That’s good. Pentheselia be strong.”
Then he closed his eyes.
That’s how the capitol took my father away from me.
I look around in the room, the president is still talking but I haven’t been listening at all. I hear one sentence before my minds drift away again.
“Now this years game will be special, it’ll be 25 tributes instead of 24, thanks to our tribute from district 13.” I know that the tribute he's thanking about is me.
I look around in the room and notice a tall boy standing in the other side of the room. He has dark hair and a well built body. I know who he is. Raymond, or I used to call him Ray. We had been friends sense forever, it was actually his dad who started to suspect the jabberjays. And then I know something more.
I don’t want to die.
And I can’t kill these people.
Last edited by HungerCatchJay
on Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:06 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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