The fear was horrible. Every waking minute wondering if an arrow would be peirced through your throat, or a knife would slowly torture you to death. The poor girl from district five was placed on the ground, held down by the carrers and cut peice by peice. Her fingers, then wrists, toes then feet, then her arms and legs and they left her to die.

My ancestors would be horrified on where our country has ended up. I don't know how to climb trees, I don't know how to do much but throw rocks. How pittiful. My older brother volunteered for the boy who was supposed to go with me, and he was good, up until a boy named Darith stabbed him in the heart. My brother laid at my feet, dying with his blood staining my soul.

Our father has probably already tried suicide, we being his kids are the only things he has left. My poor father. My older Sister and baby brother are probably the only ones who keep him from meeting death.

I have found a small opening in a formation of rocks, and was I small enough to fit through. The carrers know I am here. They are waiting for me to come out. But I have a plan: They have to sleep sometime, and I will sneak out and run away.

I have water and food so I am prepared. I was able to steal some food they caught. A nice rabbit in my sore stomach.

The cannon fires. I can't help but scream because for one second I think it was I who have died. But I am alive.

Another shot of the cannon. And another.

It sounds as if the careers have started fighting eachother, or they found the group of two from district twelve. I count the total in my head. There is a total of 21 dead. There's a total of 24, so the two from twelve are gone.

That means one carrer is dead. It leaves me and two carrers. I better move. I slide out the hole and into the death ring. All there is, is a forest and a mine feild.

Another cannon fires.

The carrers turned on eachother. Now it's me and probably muscle man. No way the arrow girl could defeat him. But if she did I'm screwed. Then you have the brain. He definatly got killed that was their plan all along.

I run to the feild where there's a hover craft waiting for us. This is it.

The people from the Capital are probably wetting themselves waiting for the outcome. The girl that hid the entire time or one of the careers. I scream in pain as an arrow peirces my anckle.

"Well well, look who it is." The girl laughs. I struggle when it starts pouring rain. I can't see anywhere. Gritting my teeth, I yank the arrow from my anckle and scream, the pain is horrid.

Another arrow barely misses my head and I yelp out. I grab that arrow and back away from where the arrows are coming from. I see a foot and do all I know to, I take the arrows and stab repeatedly against the flesh until she falls. Unwillingly, I pierce it through her heart and sob.

"I'm sorry. I took your life..." I cry. The canon fires. this was the first life I took. Everyone else killed eachother for me. On the loudspeaker, I hear the anouncer say the results.

"And this years Hunger Games winner is, Talia Henmer!" I drop to the ground and cry as two peacekeppers help me into the hover craft where I will be able to go home and drink myself to death...