I stand in a room in what used to be my home. Now it will be someone elses. Alma Coin's. Because right now, I'm being led to my death.

The room I'm in used to be my study. Now it stands bare, and I can see the lighter spots on the carpet where my desk was. The desk that planned everything that led to my death.

It used to have my wooden desk, with so many crumpled and written on papers laying on it. In the drawer was a planner. A Hunger Games planner. I had next year all sorted out.

For next year I would've sent the people of my choice into the arena, into an arena sure to not be to Katniss' liking. Oh, the things I would've done to her. I would've killed her with a slow and painful game-makers trick. But I would've killed Peeta first, just to torment her.

Do I regret keeping the Hunger Games? No. Everything would still be the same if it weren't for Katniss Everdeen. Seneca shouldn't have stopped them. Let them both die for all I care. Maybe the girl on fire should have died by that fire in the early stages of the games.

I take one last look around the room as I watch the dust mites play around in the sun's rays from the window.

Two rebels grab my arms and lead me out of the room.

We walk through the mansion and when we come out everyone in the Capitol and many of the rebels are waiting, watching.

The two rebels push me towards the center of everything and I am chained to some sort of post.

Then, just a few yards away, stands Katniss Everdeen. I would've preferred anyone else to kill me than give her the satisfaction. At least I have the satisfaction of having taken her precious Peeta away with my Capitol drugs.

She stares at me, gray eyes filled with hatred. I stare back. I see her look up and nod, signaling it's time for her to let her arrow fly into my heart.

Before she does though she takes the whitest rose and puts it on my chest. I have to smile. A final goodbye to her old friend Snow.

She trots back to her original spot and positions her bow at me. She stops for a second, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and anger. Then, she seems to come to a conclusion. A smile spreads across her face as she tilts her bow up and the arrow isn't for me anymore. It's for Alma Coin.

I turn my head around. The arrow sinks into Alma Coin and she falls over the side of the balcony-dead.

I start laughing at this for the girl finally realized that it was Coin who killed her precious Prim, not me.

I then start coughing up blood. I'm choking, unable to breathe. The riot starts and I see Katniss being pulled away by two people while she is kicking and screaming, "Shoot me!"

I see a blur of people surrounding me, yelling hateful things. I continue to cough up blood, and I can't bear the physical pain anymore. The chains around my arms go to tight.

I continue coughing until I fall onto the ground. I hear gasps. Then, I black out. Darkness. And I know I am gone.