RUE-DISTRICT 11
I want a dark coffin.
Nothing too glamorous. Certainly not shiny. A mahogany coffin that hasn't been gleamed and shined to perfection just to be buried deep in the ground.
I don't want a big funeral. All of the family, yes, and the kids from school. The workers, too. They'll want to see me go. I'd invite the mockingjays, too, but of course I won't be there. Well, I'll be there, but really. Just have Leigh do it. Line them up in the trees and when my dark mahogany coffin is lowered into the ground where all the other dead tributes go, sing my little tune. I love music, you know that! Music must be played during the ceremony. And wreaths. There has to be wreaths. Three on my coffin. All made from colored leaves, so that it's colorful. Apples on the wreaths.
The seats will be white. Not pure white. Off-white. Ivory. The wreaths will be on the ends. Red ribbon will drape the seats. And it will be in the apple orchard.
You know I love the apple orchard. This will probably not be able to happen, but it would be perfect if the ceremony was in autumn, to match the wreaths. The sun will be shining. It will be warm but crisp. A red lining will mark the trail up to my coffin.
Bury me next to my favorite tree in spirit. Keep something of mine to keep there. They will never let my body go where they grow the fruit for Panem. But it is nice to dream. Dress me in my red dress, the old one. It is so pretty. Keep my other clothes, all of them, for my siblings. They will be sad, they will cry, but you have to keep them strong.
I'm on the train now, and I hope that this gets to you. Thresh is beside me, staring out the window. He might win, he is experienced, you know. But, if they have lied to me like they have my whole life, this will not reach your fingertips. You know all of this, no matter how many words I write down. I would like to write goodbye.
So write on little strips of paper your goodbyes, and bury them with my body so that I can read them before my spirit dies.
Though I know that that will never happen. I will be in the orchard, in the tops of the trees, in the schoolyard, in the house, in the streets, in the Gathers, everywhere. Because even if Thresh doesn't make it out we shall be remembered. Remember me. Sing me in your songs and tell me in your stories. I will try, Mother. I will try.
Not to die.
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