Nightmares and Memories, but who will share my punishment? [jump in]

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    "It was fine. We used to have a lace shop, we sold lace to the capitol." She said, "What was your life like during the games?"

    Chanilly pulled a wool coat. "Let's...take a walk." Her parents smiled at her as they peered out, glad for her involvement.

    She opened the door and walked out. It was a crisp and cold day in November. The wind blew back her curly chocolate hair. She sneezed and rubbed her nose.

    "I'm allergic to those roses they import from the capitol, the ones they sell . I hate everything they do, it just figures I'm allergic to their flowers." She said. She hurled a rock at them then sneezed again. "So, about you. What was your life like before the games."

    Well before the 69th games I was in a relationship then she was in the games and died. Then I went into a depression before wanting to go into the games and get revenge." He told her. " and then I was in the worst bloodbath my mentor had seen at the start of the games."

    "Don't tell me you volunteered." She said. That was insane. Like a chance to be dragged to hell trying to change things by killing people who never hurt you. I mean, sure, Every part of her wanted to rip Trin Le to shreds, but he was dead. She couldn't change that by killing someone else.

    "That's just....idiotic. Who are you getting revenge on? The people who killed her? I've got news for you." She hissed, "THEY'RE DEAD. You know, even though every part of me wants to kill Trin Le, I know that I can't. He's dead and I can't just get revenge on him for killing Archer, or the capitol for playing me as their toy. So all I can do is try to think about other things. You chose to be dragged. to. hell." She spat then ran off in the other direction, sneezing and swearing, tears running down her cheeks, hot and fast.