They say after you die you have 7 minutes of brain activity left and you relive your entire life. I don't believe that; I don't think there's enough of my life that would be worth living. Just a flash of my sister's smile; or my mother tying one of her old dresses around me; maybe just a single moment of peace between the shade of the trees.
Or there could be that time they killed an innocent woman in the streets for not keeping her little boy quite. It isn't a good memory, if anything it's the most horrible, terrifying thing that I've witnessed. But she deserves to be remembered, just for a second, just in one single persons memory.
But in this moment none of it seems to matter anymore, I can't remember a thing, yet life is clearer than ever before; the good time, the bad times, the times I can barely even remember; they count for nothing. In this moment I am nobody yet somebody and I am more alive than I have even been in death.
Katniss, Thresh, Cato and Glimmer they were all so similar. Who was my friend? Who would have killed me? She has to win, but who is she?
I don't know, as I die all I know is my name will be forgotten like a footprint on the beach.
Rue.