Glimmer's Story

Pain. Yes, so much pain. Yet my body so numb. It doesn't make any sense. Nothing makes any sense. As I collapse on the cold ground, waiting for the fate to take me away forever.

I didn't think I would win. Too weak. Too stupid. But I hoped. Something strong enough to take my worries away. Something strong enough that kept me going. Still, here I lay, slowly and painfully dying. In front of billions of people watching. Laughing. At how the once beautiful girl turned into such a horrific monster.

I stop screaming because I know that I'm hopeless. I remain deadly still, not daring to move an inch. I clench my bow closer. No, wait. It's not my bow anymore. It turned into a gigantic poisonous snake, ready to kill me. Gasping, I struggle to let it go, but my hand doesn't listen to me and holds onto it tighter.

Cato. I mouth. Help. Not that I think he'll come back to save me. He did not care about my life. He would laugh at my death, telling everyone how I was killed by a District 12 girl. My dad must be glaring at me now. Without any hint of pity.

Oh, so much pain. I hope this ends soon. Maybe this is the punishment for killing people painfully. An eye for an eye. Think about the honey bread you used to love so much back home. How everyday, after the academy, my mom used to bake it by herself for me. Her smiling, as I devoured the bread. The sweetness both in the bread and my mom's heart. But I would never feel that sweetness again. Of the bread or of my mom. Tears begin to form in my eyes. My mom was the only one who truly loved me. Is she crying right now? Is she thinking about the bread too? How I used to love it so much? Is she thinking about my smile too?

I imagine tears trailing down my mom's beautiful cheeks. I imagine her praying for me. I never believed such thing as god. How is it possible that god exists if the world is so unfair? For the first time in my entire life, I think about other tributes. Did they feel this way when I killed them slowly? My head is keep spinning, and I can't think straight. The tracker jackers' venom is doing that. Messing with my head. Making me feel sympathy toward others.

And for the first time, I pray, though I'm not sure the god exists. But fooling myself that he exists makes me feel better.

'If you really are up there, please, let my mom be happy. Don't let her cry. Tell her that I love her. That I'm sorry.'

I look at the tree above me. The green leaves. I breathe the color in. I look at the blue sky. It looks like it's waiting for me. Silently saying good bye to the place I've been living for years. To the place I thought I would belong to for more time.

For the first time, I'm happy. For the first time, I feel. For the first time, I love.

Wherever I go, I hope there's some good honey bread.

So that was Glimmer's story. I never liked her, but she was still young, beautiful, and naive. And she was a human being like us. And I can't imagine dying in such a pain when I'm so young like her.

Next will be Marvel's story. And I'll probably post Clove's after, which is my favorite of all.