The Hunger Games Fanfiction - Chapter 1 Part 2

This is the second part! Enjoy! :D

Frank stands up slowly and goes into his bedroom. I rake through the cupboard until I find some rabbit meat, which is usually the only meat I ever eat. I throw it in a pan of boiling water, along with some potatoes and carrots. After leaving it a while to cook, I eat it straight out of the pan. As I eat, I turn my attention to the television.
Ceaser Flickerman has helped to host the Hunger Games for over forty years, and yet he hasn't aged a day, thanks to the Capitol's surgery. Ceaser is sitting in a plush armchair on a stage in front of a crowd of adoring fans from the Capitol. He's interviewing a man dressed in a purple cloak, the Gamemaker's uniform. From the beard he's sporting that any man would be jealous of, I assume he's the Head Gamemaker.
"So, what do our Tributes have to look forward to this year?" Ceaser asks the bearded man in his usual charismatic self.
"I'm afraid I can't say, my friend." the man says charmingly, scratching his beard.
"Let's just say, they might get a bit of a surprise." the man chuckles, which the audience responds to with more laughter. I scowl, standing up and switching the television off forcefully. I hate all of them, no matter how charming they try to be.
I go to my room, where I check my reflection in the cracked mirror that hangs up on the wall crookedly. Scratches and bruises litter my face. My short black curls lie unusually flat against my head. My face bears the resemblance of someone with no purpose in life, someone who wastes their life away. I splash my face quickly with some cold water. I check my back in the mirror, which believe me, isn't easy to do. The area where I was whipped is red and rough, but thankfully, not bleeding. My hands are gravelly and covered in cuts. I gently mop up a particularly deep cut.
I collapse on my mattress, exhausted, and wait for the nightmares to come.