I DON'T OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. I AM NOT SUZANNE COLLINS.
Katniss' POV
No, no, no. RUE!
"It's ok, you're ok." I kept telling her that she was going to be ok. She wasn't, she was going to die. This beautiful little girl, who reminds me so much of Prim, is going to die.
"Katniss." She whispered. "Can you sing?" I was crying. I nodded, I sang the only song I could think of.
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow Lay down your head and close your eyes And when they open, the sun will rise
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you
She takes her last shuddering breath, before she's gone. The tears were streaking down my face, I lifted my shaking hand and closed her eyelids, taking in her gorgeous brown eyes one last time. My sobs grew louder, I decided that I didn't care if someone found me, they could kill me, and then I could be reunited with Rue and my father. I waited for my emotions to come back from hysteria and gently placed Rue's head upon the soft green grass, as I stood. My knees were shaking and I almost fell back down to the ground, but I didn't, I stayed strong for the cameras, I knew that crying would not make my chances of getting more sponsors greater than they already are. I turned around, not bearing to look at the bloodied mess of my deceased ally, I found some gorgeous white lilies. Their beauty was enough to put my heart at rest, I leaned down to pick them for Rue, I found myself with a plan. Picking more and more flowers, I returned to Rue, happy that I did not go too far so they could take her body away, I placed the flowers around her, in her hair and I placed a small bouquet in her small hands. I looked down at her, Prim's image flashing briefly in my head, before I turned to leave her, but before I took another step I saluted her, I saluted her efforts and bravery in the games, I saluted her family and I saluted her district, hoping, just hoping that Thresh has found a way to win.
After a while of wandering around, I sit and start to fall apart again. I feel like screaming, but I can't get any sound out for the large lump in my throat. The hot tears start cascading down my cheeks and my airways tighten even more. I throw my hands to my head and I start to lose it. I look at my hands and all I can see is blood, Rue's blood. I lick my finger and start to scrub my hands. I scrub so hard and my tears blur my vision. I can't tell if there is still blood or if I am even breathing. I'm broken. I lied to Prim, I told her she wouldn't get chosen and she did. I told her I would try to win, but I can't. I can't get up, I can't kill these people. I'm not strong eno-. "Attention all tributes. Attention all tributes. A new rule has been put in place; two victors may be crowned if both originate from the same district. This will be the only announcement, thank you." I heard Claudius Templesmith's vice Bello from across the arena. Two Victors from the same district. Peeta and I can both go home.
"PEETA." My yell surprises even myself at the sheer volume. It felt weird to feel such resonance flow in my throat. I wipe my face clear of tears and stand up, determined to save his life determined to get us both home to 12.