One single word escapes from my lips. "Help" I whisper softly. I beg for anyone, anyone at all, however helpless and pitiful to save me from my inevitable fate.

The last rays of hope slowly disappear like shadows fading on the bright green grass. Oh, the grass! Will I ever be able to feel it's softness on my toes? Will I be locked forever inside, forced to serve countless tributes that will eventually die anyway, even through my fruitless attempts?

A worthless mute is what I will become. Alive, but never able to speak, or be treated more than a weak servant.

How could I ever accept my fate and new life? Approaching the doors, the doors that lead into the grayness that will be my future forever, that lead into my torture is the hardest part. Knowing I can't fight or struggle.

The Capitol wins. They always do. No matter how many rebellions are planned or fights fought the Capitol always rules over us all. Make us fall to our knees and surrender. Because, really, what were we in the first place? Weaklings, skinny and defenseless. Why? Because of them. The Capitol. They're the ones that starve us to death, force us to participate in The Hunger Games, anticipate them even.

And when I look up at the blue sky for the last time, I wonder why we ever tried to defeat the ever-powerful Capitol. Why try when you know you will inevitably fail, or come to an even worse fate? Nothingness is what comes for us all.

Whereas in the Capitol, they love seeing people fight to the death. Oh, just another starving girl, they say. She doesn't have people she cares about, a little brother at home, a close friend that will mourn her death. No, she is just another girl. While their bellies are empty, the Capitols' are filled to the brim.

Where is the justice in this? Why should one group of people suffer for the happiness of another?

This cruel society, what has become of the human race makes my want to cry and scream all at once. But this is not time for screaming and crying. This is the time to accept what will happen to me.

"No!" every particle in my body yells. Why shall I accept this when a tiny flame of hope still has not been emitted? With all of my strength, I run, run, run…