A/N: Just thought I'd take the time to say this is the first time I've ever written in this style. I know it's a little odd, and it's not exactly the favourite thing I've ever written. I just wanted to try it out, is all. Hopefully it's not too bad! Oh, and can you vote in the poll on my profile? It helps to know who is your favourite character!~Ginger
Clove
It's been a while since you've seen the light, but you don't mean sunshine, do you? You can't bring yourself to care. Not after your father stopped; not when the people sneered at you as you walked past. You want to care though, don't you? But you're like a machine, and that's a function you can't programme. Not in the scheme of things; not as a career; not when you're going to prove yourself worthy (and you're going to, aren't you honey?)
He's trying to bring you down, but you can't let him. You shouldn't let him. You are letting him though, aren't you honey? You're feeling something special that you haven't felt for so long, he's making you wish for stupid things. He can't reach you though, not your real self, no one can. You can't even bring yourself to look there, sometimes. That reflection scares you, doesn't it? When you look in the mirror. You want to be normal, but honey you're a killer.
Don't be ridiculous, he's just a career. He only wants you dead, and it works vice versa (shame it's not true). You want him, don't you? Oh, you naive girl. He doesn't want you, he wants to draw blood, and can you blame him? The Games are for hunters, not for childish crushes (and that's what this is, isn't it?) You want to deny it, but you'd be stupid to try it. You know it's true, you hate it though, don't you? You live for the lie, but the lie's not worth living for. Shame that you'll never be the same. He's ruined your chances, and you want to show him. You want to hurt him.
...Or maybe not (who are you kidding?) You're a murderer, honey; it's in your blood. Use those knives, slit his vulnerable throat. It's exposed. Just a trickle of blood, it'll make you feel better (no, it won't).
You sigh, because you know he's your death. Ironic, isn't it? You longed to care but now you wish you didn't. What a tragic story, now the world's here to witness it. Star-crossed lovers, except the stars won't accept it (how'd it end up this way?) You want it to end, so who can really blame you, when you dive for that girl's throat? She's the girl on fire, but she's burning you, isn't she? You didn't want to be this way, but honey, it's too late. You're laughing, but really, what's it for? Such a thin line between life and death. Now you're boasting, aren't you? (What else do you have left?) She's staring at you, she's refusing to break. It's almost painful, you think, that someone so weak could be so strong. Then you remember, she's no worse than you (what an awful confession).
A horrible twist of fate, and now it's your turn (scream all you like though, he won't hear you). You want it to end, and yet you're begging for your life. How meaningless is your fate, now, at the hands of the maker? It's laughable really, how you thought you had time—
Snap.
And they say, "it's never too late."