I won't last much longer. I'm good, but not that good. I cant pretend anymore. They'll figure it out and then, well then they'll kill me. Like all those other kids that are stupid enough to light a fire. Or the one they got last night, the one who thought he could steal from our supplies. He didn't last long after that.

I was never great in training, but I can act. No one really values acting, though, when you're meant to be decapitating someone. However decapitating someone would come in useful right now. Unfortunately, all I have is the acting. Acting like a Career. It might've been my ticket out of here, if they hadn't seen me with weapons. They would've believed me if I could at least throw a dagger, but I can't. Not to save my life and, ultimately, that is what it'll come down to.

Now I know I can't win. They can tell that I'm weak, tired. That I can't take this much longer. And I know, tonight, I will die. She sits across from me, the girl from Two- Lena, staring at me. Stroking her sword, as I sit uncomfortably trying to look normal holding the little dagger I found in the boy from Six's pack.

The others, stand around, polishing weapons, eating, glaring at me. I look away from them, and instead, up to the sky where they are showing how many tributes died in the day. I count how many left in my head, seven. Including me. The sky flickers and it's over. It's really dark but still not dark enough that I can't see the looks I'm getting from the others. So I look down only to have my head suddenly snapped up. There is a sword by my throat, making sure I can't put my head back down to a more...comfortable, un-neck-breaking position. My breathing speeds up and the tears I've held in this entire time come streaming down my face.

"We know what you've been doing.", someone sneers at me, I'm too panicked to know who, "Lying, pretending, playing...games with us." With each word the sword presses deeper against my skin.

Then, a new voice, "Funny, I thought 'Verity' meant truth." The voice was higher, Lena, but the tone was the same. Now they're playing with me. Mocking me. I try to talk but the sword is crushing my windpipe, starting to draw blood on my neck. Just as I feel a warm trickle of crimson liquid run down my throat, the sword is gone and I'm kicked to the ground, next to the fire. I'm kicked over and over again until I'm almost numb. Almost. I can still feel everything, every agonising torturous thing they do. I can feel them slowly cutting down my arms, along my wrists. Stamping on my ankles and neck. They cut off my hair , wave it in front of my eyes as I sob. My mum used to play with it, plait it when I was little, tell me how beautiful I was. Thinking of that makes me sob harder, it makes them laugh. Then everything goes blurry and red. I wonder if this is what dying feels like, however they've only cut my head and it's dripping into my eyes. I choke as it dribbles into my mouth. I hear Lena say "Night, traitor." And then it's black, and all I know is that I am dead.