A/N: Hey, so this is my first story and I just wanna see what people think. Tell me if there are any mistakes in grammar, spelling or anything like that. I also want to know your honest option about the story. If you don't like it or think I should change it, don't be scared. I don't get offended easily. Anyways I hope you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN ROSALEEN

PROLOGUE:

She was so close, so close to him. This was the perfect moment. His back was turned, he wouldn't know what hit him. It could be over, quick, bam! He would be gone from this world. He would no longer exists. She kept telling herself that this was good.

The least amount of people left and she would be able to go back home, to her sister. Oh, how the girl missed her sister. She longed and craved to feel her touch one more time or to hear the words 'everything is gonna be ok' leave her lips. Unfortunately the girl would never hear her sister's voice or see her sister again. She knew she couldn't survive. She wasn't strong enough. Still the girl tried to persuade herself.

All she had to do was push the knife into his back. Her hand was shaking. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't.

The boy still searched through the bushes looking for edible plants. He was oblivious to the whole situation. Not knowing the internal battle that she was facing. 'Should I kill him or not?' the girl asked herself. He ran a hand threw his blonde hair.

The girl's thoughts of murder vanished, suddenly. Her mind wondered on to the thought of District 5 and all of the people there. They were all there, sitting at the edge of their seats, watching her. All of her friends, her sister and... Randall. She loved him with all her heart. Randall had blonde hair, just like the oblivious boy. What would he think if he knew she killed someone? He would never look at her the same and she knew this.

She knew what would come of the people who won the games. Most of them became crazy with guilt or terrified and depressed to the point where they drank the rest of their lives away. 'What's the point,' she thought. 'Why not just get it over with now rather than later. I don't want to die a painful death.'

It was then that she decided that she would not kill the boy, but let him live. She would give her own life instead, but how? She lowered the knife and crept away from the boy, Peeta his name was. Yeah, that's right. Lover boy. She smiled softly. He reminded her so much of Randall.

She survived these games, mostly by watching other people. She knew where everyone was. She watched them for days and calculated what they would most likely be doing now. She even stole small portions of food from them when they weren't looking. They never seemed to notice this. She smiled at the memory of her stealing Thresh's crackers and him looking around wildly for them. Her smile faded when she remembered his death. Yeah, she watched the fight between him and Cato, at least the part where Thresh died. So much blood.

She knew that if Thresh were still alive, he would be checking his traps to see if he found any animals. She also knew Katniss never did know her name. She just called her Foxface. Of course the girl thought this was incredibly rude, but she soon didn't care what Katniss thought. The girl would be dead anyways. What's the point in caring over something so meaningless.

She looked around the arena, trying to find a simple and easy way to kill herself. She didn't want to feel a thing. She looked up at a bird which she knew was a camera and stared at it, apologizing. She was trying to send a message threw her eyes to her loved ones. She knew the cameras were on her. She did just decide not to kill another tribute. She smirked slightly. She loved mysteries and right now that's what she was to the Capital.

As she decided to walk back to her cave something caught her eye. A pile of food. There was bread, cheese and… berries. Not just any berries, they were Nightlock berries. She knew about these. Her mentor taught her everything there is to know about poisonous berries and Nightlock was one of the deadliest kind. Her heart clench at the thought of her mentor.

She snuck quietly to the pile of food, hiding behind a tree and waiting to see if anyone was going to come. No one did. She quickly ran to the berries and grabbed a small hand full and ran off through the woods, not going too far.

She picked a tree and sat under it. Okay this was it. This is how her life would end. She leaned against the tree, long held tears began to pour down her face. She hadn't cried since the night before the games. She brought the berries to her mouth. She stopped. Before she put them in, she kissed three of her fingers and put them in the air while whistling a tone. This is what Katniss did for Rue when she died. She didn't know what it meant, but she knew that the Capital wouldn't like it. And she was right, they didn't like it. They didn't like it at all.

She finally put the berries in her mouth and the moment she bit down… it was over. The boom of the canon echoed through the arena. Another life lost to the games. The life of a brave, young soul. Only 17 years old, forced to commit suicide from fear of the Capital, that was the day Finch Crossley died.