I don't... regret my actions... why would I? Yes, I had quite a nice life in District 4, I had a wonderful boyfriend, a loving family, a beautiful cosy little house near the sea, and friends to die for. I suppose I do miss some of the better times... lying on the beautifully warmed sand on the beach with Kaden, aware of nothing but our love for each other, and the gentle ripple of waves against the shore. Baking the most beautiful cakes with my 6 year old sister Marnie, while I pretend not to notice as Benji shovels cake mix into his mucky little face. I adore my family, but they must understand why I did what I did. It wasn't some dragged out plan of execution brought on by a pang of depression, it was a simple impulse to save them the pain of my gruesome demise at the hands of the Careers. The Reaping was the worst day of my life, when my name was shouted out across the entire District, the whole of Panem even, I felt not excitement, nor sorrow, not even hatred for The Capitol at their intervention of what could have been my long and healthy life, but only sympathy for my family. Even if my inevitable death was prolonged, as the Careers' victims often are, it would be nothing compared to the years of anguish and pain my family would feel, being bereft of their eldest daughter. You would think that with it all being over within a few short seconds, the thoughts of the dying would be one big tangled mess of family, friends and all your times together, however, as I jumped from the crest of the highest waterfall in The Hunger Games history, the few memories I have of my 15 years in this world seemed to be in perfect synch and harmony. Opening my eyes for the first time as a baby, and seeing my beloved parents smile over me, Mother welling up in tears at my first steps, Father taking me fishing for the first time, and I, a little girl of 8 years old, recognising the amazement on his face that his daughter, the girl who hates getting dirty, and adores all animals, loved to fish! It wasn't the fishing I loved however, what I really cherished was the peace and quiet. Just me, my father, and the sea. The thoughts that concluded my perfect life were beautiful. Now I am one with the sea that I had once cared for so much. The immaculate oblivion of the gorgeous ocean that has claimed me as it's own. As I glided down the picturesque waterfall, a beautiful blue, mirrored from the cloudless sky, time slowed. One though waltzed through my mind... "What is more beautiful... than death?"