She hears a name.

Her name.

She is going to die.

She steps forward.

Left foot

Right foot.

Breathe

In

Out.

In her head

She screams.

She doesn't want to do this.

She has to.

She wants to live.

She is going to die.

On the stage

She hears another name.

Just a boy

Like she is just a girl.

Another tribute

Soon to be forgotten.

Like she will be forgotten.

She waits.

People say goodbye.

They are sad

But life will still go on

When she is dead.

She is going to die.

They make her pretty.

They show her off.

She won't smile.

She can't.

She won't wave.

They are not her friends.

They are her murderers.

She trains.

She gets a score.

Maybe she can still

Win this.

Maybe she doesn't

Have to die.

She will try.

She still will try

To win.

But really

She knows

She is going to die.

They ask her questions.

She answers.

She lies.

The truth is

She is scared.

She doesn't want

To kill.

She doesn't want

To die.

She stands

On the platform.

She sees them.

They are all around her.

Her opponents.

But aren't they

Just kids

Like her?

When did they become

Her enemy?

But they are.

The gong sounds.

She is going to die.

With a knife

Or an arrow

Or a sword

In her head

Or her heart

Or her stomach.

Does it matter?

She runs.

She takes a weapon.

She doesn't want

To use it.

She will have to.

Won't she?

She wants to live

Even though

She is going to die.

Again she runs.

She hides.

She waits.

She thirsts.

She starves.

Will she ever

Get out of here?

She still

Doesn't want to die.

A face.

A tribute.

She fights.

She struggles.

She kills.

Her heart burns

With regret.

Just another tribute.

Who didn't want

To die.

She killed them.

She ended a life.

What did she do?

And still

She fights.

She still wants to live.

She is going to die.

Another face.

Another tribute.

But this time

There's a knife

In her side.

She is going to die.

She is dying.

She didn't have to kill.

She did.

Now she will die

With blood

On her hands.

She is dying.

She remembers

Years past.

Of dying tributes.

Sometimes

They were sung to.

Sometimes

Their hands were held.

Sometimes

A kiss was placed

On their cold lips.

Others

Were simply comforted.

Not her.

She is dying.

There is no one near.

The life is bleeding

Out of her

Onto the ground.

She is dying!

Is anyone there!?

Does anyone know!?

Does anyone see!?

Does anyone care

About her!?

That she is dying?

She is dying!

She is dying.

She dies.

Alone.