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 games. Currently surrounded by trees, sunlight barely even able to break through all of the branches. But you could tell it was the afternoon. It seems far too hot and humid for it to be anything other than that. Im sitting in a low hanging branch of a tree. High enough where I can’t be easily spotted but close enough to the ground where I can make a quick and easy getaway if there ever where to be someone crossing in my path. I sit there patiently, waiting for someone, anyone to come along. I’ve been in hiding for 8 days and I’ve been itching for something to happen other than being scared by the occasional sound of birds flying through the trees. But I guess I’d rather wait my days out than be killed by someone who I thought would be my ally. So here I’ll stay I guess, clutching my grandmother’s cloak tight to my chest this might be the only way I survive this torture. You see, my grandmother and I were really close and since the hunger games started she wanted me to be prepared so for my 13th birthday she gave me this cloak she said that it was threaded with stardust and moonlight itself. At first I thought she was kidding, but the first time I tried it on my body vanished. Turns out my new invisibility cloak would come in handy after all. Who knew that I would actually need it two years later. Actually one of the last words my grandmother said to me was “If you are chosen you need to stay alive” and those are the words I keep repeating in my head. Because if I don’t try to convince myself my life will be cut off way sooner than I expected. But no pressure, right?