If you have not read Turning Tables and wish to read this, I recommend you read it first. It's short, 6 chapters and you can find it on my page. Enjoy! (Though it is not 100% necessary to read it first, but it helps).

To all of you that have read Turning Tables...

For nearly an entire year following my games, I would look in mirrors and see some ruthless bloody murderer. My eyes were a vicious brown, rather than a warm chocolate shade. Even my hair and skin seemed ferocious. Then I got used to it. It slowly came to light that my personality had always be somewhat savage and predatory, and I learned to live with everything I had done. I realized everything I had done had been done out of necessity.

My limbs were gaunt for a while, I could never bring myself to eat. I was ravenous, but never for food, and never for something that I actually understood. In the mirror was just a small lonely girl, so misplaced in her own life it was sad.

Now though. Now, it's completely different.

My eyes aren't warm; I think only Gale ever perceives them as something other than menacing. Expression that find their way onto my face look sour more often than not. I look healthier and happier than I ever have, though. Maybe I grew an inch since I was seventeen.

Anyways. Gone are the days of abysmal misery. Here are the days of...

I turn in the mirror, the light bouncing off the curves that have found their way onto my body.

Here are the days of motherhood.