I dream of what happened a year ago. The day when everything changed for me. The day I gave myself a death sentence.
My parents were always against the Capitol and it's sadistic rules. For as long as I can remember they tried to rebel, but the worst that would come to them was whipping. I hated seeing them tortured, but it made me understand how cruel the Capitol can be when people have ideas.
No one would join them when they decided to strike. I remember going to school one day and being stared at since everyone heard about what my parents were doing. I glared at them but they only judged me more. I thought they were doing the right thing since the Capitol were so mean, but I was only a girl then. My mind could be moulded to form any opinion with the right influence.
But now I'm a woman, and this is that last chance to make my parents happy.
Last year was a terrible year. A thirteen year old girl was chosen. My parents knew her mother, her father had died from sickness four years before that. She was just a little girl, stick thin from not having a lot to eat. I saw her cry as she walked up onto the stage.
No one volunteered. I didn't have the strength to. I wanted to so badly. I was bigger than her, I had more of a chance of winning but the odds weren't in anyone's favour that year. Then again, they never are for anyone.
My parents told me they had had enough. They needed to show the Capitol that they couldn't kill the inhabitants of Panem. Using childrens' mortality for entertainment is extremely grim.
They did what I could never forget. They made placards and protested in front of the Justice Building. They didn't tell me they were going to do it. They seemed normal in the morning, I went to work out in the crops oblivious.
The Peacekeepers did their jobs.
The job of a Peacekeeper must be interesting. Having to live out where we do but have the rights of a Capitol person.
They shot my parents. I was told when I came home from work.
It was past sunset and I was tired. It'd been a rough day since I didn't harvest a lot and was shouted at. I couldn't wait to see my parents. I loved them and they loved me.
I was told by Morwen, our neighbour. She felt sorry for me.
I collapsed in shock. I didn't know what else to do but cry. I cried for ages, and she was there the entire time comforting me. She said that she would look after me.
She then told me that they died protesting. I stopped crying after that. They died believing in the right. They didn't die from mercy, they died from courage.
I didn't cry anymore after that. I'd never made my parents fully happy before that day. It's a shame that they won't see it in person when I do.
I had the plan from when the girl died in the Hunger Games. I saw her die. It was in the hands of a Career tribute. The deadliest one by the look of him.
My plan was to go into the Hunger Games and die. Not murdered, but suicide. I would be the last one left and when they're about the take me out of the arena, I'd stab myself in the heart. I'd scream 'YOU DON'T OWN ME. YOU THINK YOU CAN PLAY ME LIKE A PUPPET BUT YOU'RE WRONG'. I want to die a martyr, the way my parents did.