I thought I was safe.

After all these years I thought nothing was going to happen to me.

But since when was that ever a possibility?

And still, nothing could ever prepare me for the terrifying day they called out to the crowd “Anaila Thorn”. The very thought still sends shivers up my spine. It could’ve been anyone else. Anyone but me. But instead, here I am in the arena of the 14th annual hunger ...

Light rain fell from the cloudy sky. Raindrops racing down the window of the local coffee shop I was sitting in. Perched on a seat at the counter top, I clicked my pen repeatedly until I was well aware of how obnoxious the sound was. But I could hardly care about something like that when I’m currently looking back and forth between my leather bound notebook and my laptop that seemed older than I w...