第40部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

m　guessing　itˇs　been　about　two　weeks　in　the　arena；　and　there　was　that　week　of　preparation　in　the　Capitol。　Maybe　the　moon　has　pleted　its　cycle。　For　some　reason；　I　badly　want　it　to　be　my　moon；　the　same　one　I　see　from　the　woods　around　District　12。　That　would　give　me　something　to　cling　to　in　the　surreal　world　of　the　arena　where　the　authenticity　of　everything　is　to　be　doubted。

Four　of　us　left。

For　the　first　time；　I　allow　myself　to　truly　think　about　the　possibility　that　I　might　make　it　home。　To　fame。　To　wealth。　To　my　own　house　in　the　Victorˇs　Village。　My　mother　and　Prim　would　live　there　with　me。　No　more　fear　of　hunger。　A　new　kind　of　freedom。　But　then　。　。　。　what？　What　would　my　life　be　like　on　a　daily　basis？　Most　of　it　has　been　consumed　with　the　acquisition　of　food。　Take　that　away　and　Iˇm　not　really　sure　who　I　am；　what　my　identity　is。　The　idea　scares　me　some。　I　think　of　Haymitch；　with　all　his　money。　What　did　his　life　bee？　He　lives　alone；　no　wife　or　children；　most　of　his　waking　hours　drunk。　I　donˇt　want　to　end　up　like　that。

¨But　you　wonˇt　be　alone；〃　I　whisper　to　myself。　I　have　my　mother　and　Prim。　Well；　for　the　time　being。　And　then　。　。　。　I　donˇt　want　to　think　about　then；　when　Prim　has　grown　up；　my　mother　passed　away。　I　know　Iˇll　never　marry；　never　risk　bringing　a　child　into　the　world。　Because　if　thereˇs　one　thing　being　a　victor　doesnˇt　guarantee；　itˇs　your　childrenˇs　safety。　My　kidsˇ　names　would　go　right　into　the　reaping　balls　with　everyone　elseˇs。　And　I　swear　Iˇll　never　let　that　happen。

The　sun　eventually　rises；　its　light　slipping　through　the　cracks　and　illuminating　Peetaˇs　face。　Who　will　he　transform　into　if　we　make　it　home？　This　perplexing；　good…natured　boy　who　can　spin　out　lies　so　convincingly　the　whole　of　Panem　believes　him　to　be　hopelessly　in　lov