One-shot time!

This type of one-shot has been done like 1,000 times before mine, so don't think I am copying.

Disclaimer- You're very stupid if you expect me to own a popular series.

My head was dizzy. Anything that had happened had disappeared in a quick blur. My body was crumpling to the ground in a pain no one had ever felt before.

A pain I didn't expect to feel in the Hunger Games.

It was only a few moments before I couldn't feel my body at all. A few screams were audible and I heard a gruff shout that wasn't directed towards me. I could hardly even think at the moment because I was too focused on my pain, so I didn't make an attempt to figure out who's shout it was.

"Clove!" I could hear Cato screaming my name.

I began to shut my eyes, but a thought abruptly stopped me. I won't die. I will not let myself die.

Clove, you were trained to win. This is nothing.

It's nothing, right?

On televisions I was certain everyone could see something I couldn't. Was I pouring blood? Or was I laying on the grass by the Cornocopia for nothing?

Even if I tried to stand, it was impossible. This would be it. I was getting dizzier by the moment.

Good luck, Clove.

Everyone told me that when I knew I was going to come out alive, before the spotlight that was once mine had been taken by the Girl on Fire.

I can't wait to see you after the Games!

In a coffin, or cremated, or left here.

That's where I'd be 'after the Games.'

I wanted to cry. Sobs were welling inside of me, but I was too paralyzed to let a tear escape.

"Clove! Are you here?"

Cato barely came into my periphiral vision. I couldn't make out a part of him, for everything was becoming bright and hardly visual.

I felt his hand taking mine, and squeezing it hard. I was too numb to feel it.

I couldn't feel anymore.

"Come on, Clove! You can't leave me," he whispers to me.

I try to reply, I try to smile, I try to show a sign that I'll stay with him until the day we're supposed to die. Nothing happened.

But a cannon rings in my ears, a sign that a tribute had died.

And that tribute was me.

Okay, I can kind of feel myself crying now... it isn't as depressing or as long as I had hoped. I mean I'm not trying to actually depress you- I just need something to fall back on. :/

I hope you enjoyed my one-shot! Bye!