Hello everybody! So, since the beloved “Hunger Games” phenomenon has come to an end, I thought I would share with you a piece of my writing from a couple of years ago when I first read this amazing series! Even though unrelated, this is my next instalment of Twelve Posts of Christmas. Let’s dive into an alternate ending of the first book, “The Hunger Games”!
They sit still in my hand, their colour running down the curved lines on my palm. They are small, yet they can determine my fate of life or death. One bite, one drop of their juice could end my life here, in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games. I look across at the hands of Peeta Mellark, which are stained with the same bluish purple juice as mine. If we both swallowed these berries, we would die here together, in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games.
I remember the weak feeling of hopelessness I felt when Claudius Templesmith’s voice boomed into the arena and declared that there would, in fact, be only one victor of The Hunger Games. I had felt defeat wash over me, for I now had two options.
I could kill Peeta and go home to my mother and my sister Prim, who meant the world to me. I’d be safe and sound at home with Gale and we’d never have to hunt to feed our family. We’d never have to drink greasy soup at the Hob, or sell Prim’s goat’s cheese to the mayor. We could get married. We’d be happy.
Or, I could kill myself. I knew that Peeta never would. He loved me too much. But my love for him was false and purely to gain sponsors. I could stab a dagger through my stomach and die the way Rue had. If I went home as a victor today, I would spend every living moment thinking about Rue and Thresh and all the other tributes who died fighting for their lives.
Suddenly, I feel darkness and hatred take over my body. I’m gripping the berries in my hand tighter than ever. Before I realise what I’m doing, I thrust the berries into Peeta’s mouth, the juices staining his teeth and travelling down his throat. As the effects of the poison start to take over his body, he falls limply to the ground, his eyes closing and his speech slurring. The last words that escape his mouth are directed to me.
“Thank you,” he whispers before his eyes close for the last time.
And then it hits me. I killed him. Killed the boy who saved my life when I needed it most. Killed the boy who made me look desirable. The one who made me “the girl on fire”. And now I’ve lost him forever, and it’s entirely my fault.
Before I can help myself, I fall to the ground as if I, too, am a dead body. My own screams deafen me and my hot tears soak the earth around me. I am a murderer. A selfish, cruel, heartless murderer. I made a promise to myself that if I had to kill someone during the games, it would be anybody but Peeta. And now I’ve killed the one person who I promised never to put in danger. I’ve cheated myself. I’ve become exactly what the capitol wanted me to become. A monster.
I can barely hear they victory horns because they are drowned out by my own screams. There are no more tears left to cry; yet I manage to force them out. I don’t care that I’ve won. I have gained nothing but sorrow.
My head starts spinning and I see a black hole. It grows bigger and bigger before it closes around me and suddenly, everything goes blank.
And there you have it! A glimpse into writing as my twelve year old self! (This was when I was extremely invested in the series and REALLY liked Gale…hence the tragic ending.)
Hope you enjoyed that little throwback!
Signing off with kisses,
“Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.”
– Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games