I needed to kill that 'Girl on Fire'. Who did she think she was anyway? I had my knives ready to kill her when I felt myself being lifted up in the air. It was that brute Thresh. But what did he have against me. He threw me toward the ground.

"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?" he yelled at me.

I tried to crawl away. "No! No it wasn't me," I stammered putting as much force into the words as possible.

"You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?" he screamed at me a look of anger covering his face. "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here."

"No!" I screamed again. "No I..." And then I realised that he meant to kill me. "Cato!" I screeched. "Cato!"

"Clove!" I heard a voice in the distance say, but I knew he was too far away.

I saw Thresh raise a rock and felt it slam into my head. At first the pain was unbearable but then I just thought.

I thought of what people said back in District 2.

They said I was too young;

"You can't volunteer!" kids screeched at me. "Let people who've trained longer do it." I remember avoiding telling people just so that I wouldn't get yelled at. I was only fifteen, but I felt old enough. No-one had faith that I could win at my age;

Maybe they were right.

They said I couldn't fight;

I remember being yelled at in training. "Come on child. What are you? Can you fight at all?" the brutal trainer yelled at me. I was basically only good with my knives. I could hardly use anything else. Everyone said that I was hopeless;

Maybe they were right.

They said I wasn't strong enough;

"You weakling!" I heard almost every day at training. Everyone was stronger than me, so my nickname was Weakling. Even though I had been training for as long as I could remember I still wasn't strong enough to win any hand-to-hand combat fights. Anyone you asked at training would have called me weak;

Maybe they were right.

They said I would get distracted;

I was easily distracted, or so they said. "Pay attention! How many times do I need to tell you?" one of the trainers asked me. It wasn't my fault, I was just paying attention to other things. While I was fighting 1 on 2 I paid too much attention to the person with a weapon, because of that the other person got me in a headlock and won the fight. People said that I never focussed properly;

Maybe they were right. Wait. Scratch that. They were definitely right. I got distracted of the other tributes and look where that got me. Dying, alone.

"Clove!" I heard Cato's voice pierce the silence. "Clove, are you okay?"

I was about to make a snappy comment and then I realised. I had no strength left. I felt my life leak away. I tried to summon the last of my strength to say something. Run on Cato or You can still win or Have revenge. But I couldn't. I felt his lips touch my check and I knew he was saying goodbye.

I felt myself drifting. Going, going, gone. Just as I died I heard my cannon blast.

Cato must win.