Maisey Sharin, District Nine, Victor of the 1st Games
I may be getting old but I remember it as though it were yesterday. It is not far away and all I must do is close my eyes and I can picture it. I, Maisey Sharin am a Hunger Games survivor, the first to be exact. But I am no hero and I am nothing special. It was the first of what would be many and I was the lone survivor. I will be forever remembered as that prestigious first victor and that hurts.
I do not want to remember. I do not want to remember their faces and their screams.
I was the quiet girl from the lowly grain District.
I wanted to live.
I wanted to succeed.
I wanted to win.
I wanted to be the Victor.
I am nothing but a monster, a cold hearted killer and that is not something I ever wanted.
I wanted too much.
I did what they wanted and that is why the first Hunger Games will always be remembered.
It was a year filled with confusion, it felt like a surreal nightmare to the others. It was the birth of the Hunger Games and no one knew what to expect. We went in to it blind and afraid and I was the first to make a move towards victor. I had the first and last kill. I regret it more than anything else. Maybe that first Games could have been the death instead of the birth. The others were reluctant and scared. Maybe we could have done something then to show them it was wrong. We could have stopped it, once and for all. The guilt will rest on my slumped shoulders forever. I started this curse when I picked up that sickle and showed them all that I was a player in their Games. The Capitol created these Games but I showed the way.
I do not feel like a victim. I feel like a machine, a monster.
What if I hadn't made those choices?
This is the first in a series of one shots I decided to do. I hope you enjoy it and will leave your thoughts in a review. I will do one entry for each victor including those we hear about in the novels.