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As I sit on this park bench, watching all the people go by, I wonder how they can all be so oblivious. I can't really blame them, though, can I? Hardly anyone knows about the horrors I experienced in Panem.
After the Rebellion, which we won, the remaining people moved out of the country of Panem to find other people, living in a place they say used to be called "Africa". We decided it was best not to tell them about the Hunger Games. They don't need that kind of horror inflicted upon them. Besides, I think, the less people who know about the Games, the better.
Now I'm living in a small house just big enough for one person. I'm alone here, in this new world. Everyone I ever cared about is dead; gone. They died in the Rebellion, and I'm pretty sure it's all my fault. I sometimes wish people knew about the others who died. They deserve to be remembered by everyone. That's the only way they can live on, isn't it? Through memories? But I don't know. All I do know is that I have to keep them a secret.
I wish that I died in that war, like all of them. Then I wouldn't feel so alone.
I know I'm lucky I survived, but I don't feel lucky. Is this really the life of someone who is lucky? Because if it is, then I wish I was the most unluckiest person out there.
"Beautiful day out." I jump slightly as I'm shaken from my thoughts. I look to my right to see a black haired man wearing a gray sweater and khaki pants.
"Yes, it is," I say, nodding my head. I use the movement to clear my mind.
"I'm Matt," the man tells me, holding his hand out to shake.
"Katniss," I respond, shaking his hand. He smiles at me.
"Nice to meet you, Katniss. And what brings you here on this lovely day?" He asks.
"Just looking at the world. I came here a few months ago from the country Panem."
"Ah, Panem. You wouldn't happen to know why everyone from there is acting so strange, would you?" I look down as he asks the question. He's oblivious, just like everyone else. I almost wish I don't know what I do, like the rest of them.
"I hadn't noticed anyone acting strange. Maybe they all have a secret they're keeping. Who really knows?" I ask him, shrugging my shoulders. He looks confused.
"Is there a secret?" He whispers to me. I smile.
"Maybe there's more to this world than you think there is."
Then I get up and walk away, leaving him sitting on the bench with a questioning look on his face.
For now, I'll try to forget what the Capitol did to us. None of these people may know the truth, but I do, and that's something I can't forget.
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