Broken: The 83rd Hunger Games

Twenty-four tributes rise up into the arena, confused and scared. Which way do they run? Away, into the arena that could contain anything from a freezing tundra to a burning desert? Toward the cornucopia, where they could be killed mere minutes into the games?

5, 4, 3, 2, 1, BOOM! Tributes burst forward and backward. In mere seconds, blood splatters the cornucopia. Screams pierce the air. Young screams, many of which are the tributes' last. By the time the dust settles, the silence is near complete. So many souls have been silenced already that it is hard to remember what the crowd of tributes once looked like.

The games continue, and, in the end, one tribute emerges victorious. They are the only one to leave the arena with their life. But they look into the mirror and see a person they don't know. They see a stranger that has robbed them of their reflection. That person in the mirror isn't them. But it moves when they move.

Most of the nation's victors are broken. They turn to alcohol and drugs to dissuade their demons, to silence the screams that still ring in their ears years later.

Whatever happens, you know one thing for sure. Once you go into the arena, you will never be the same again.

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