by ZebrasRme » Sat Dec 07, 2013 2:26 pm
(Ivris blacks out, but is still breathing)
I saw a series of pictures, from my childhood, and I knew I was dead, or asleep. I saw my parents again. We hugged and laughed together. Then the picture turned into the day they were killed. I was hidden in a basement with my brother, crying. Then it showed the shopowners finding us a week later, starving in the basement, and they took us in. Now, it was my name being drawn for the games, and my little brother screaming to go as a tribute, but he was 11, not 12, therefore he was too young. Then it showed me in the games, running through the cornicopia, scared to death.