I know i should be ecstatic that i won the 74th annual hunger games... But I cant shake the thought of sadness. I lost my best friend and the love of my life, Cato. I knew there was nothing i could do. There were three of us left Cato, Peeta, and I. After i killed Katniss at the feast i thought winning would be easy. Little did I know that peeta had followed her to the cornucopia. I wiped my knife clean of her blood and then, BAM! he tackled me and began to choke me. I fought to get him off, but i wasnt strong enough everything was beginning to get dark. I couldnt see it was all black.
I regained consciencousness and slowly got back on my feet i saw Peeta struggling to get up, and then I saw him, Cato was lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Peeta had taken one of my knives and slashed Cato's throat when he came to rescue me. It was all my fault, I should have been moe careful. All i felt was burning rage to kill Peeta, it was all i had left to do.
"You killed him!" I yelled.
"Just like you killed Katniss, and now all I have to do is kill you to avenge Katniss' death and win the games!" Peeta retorted.
Before i could even respond he ran at me with the knife he stole from me in hand. So what energy i ad left to climb on top of the corucopia and began to fire knife after knife in Peeta's direction. Not a single hit. He got to the cornucopia and began to climb. I clawed and punched his hands and arms as he got closer, and then i took out a knife and stabbed his hand, then he slipped and fell, but he wasn't dead. I looked over the edge and he was laying there so i took the one chance i had to end it all and threw my last knife into his neck. I heard Claudius Templesmith come over the intercom, "Congratulations to the tribute from district 2! You have just won the 74th annual hunger games!"
The aircraft came down to pick me up and everything went white.