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Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games

I didn't expect that the end would be this way. But it is. I felt the spear strike through my insides. I held still. Telling myself to not move. The pain was just too much.

Straight ahead in front of me was Katniss The Girl on Fire. She is like the big sister I've never had; she's confident, brave, and strong. I trust her, and believe in her. She instantly shot an arrow in response, killing the 1st District tribute, even though it was already too late. When Katniss turned around, seeing me with the spear through my stomach, she was just as mortified as much as I am.

With the rest of the strength I had, I pulled out the spear. Letting it collapse on the ground. I felt myself falling, Katniss rushed to my aid, laying me down with my head on her lap. I hear her strained voice repeating."It's okay. You're okay. It's okay. You're okay..." No it's not okay. My head managed to say. I want to think of something happy. Good thoughts. Remembering every piece of memory I had, I thought of the fields in the 11th District, climbing trees, and whistling to mockingjays. Remembering good ties with my friends and family, and playing with my younger brother and sisters. My entire head was filled with the good memories. The positive things. Though, I couldn't stop my tears from falling down across my face, knowing of the fate that awaits for me. Death.

"Did you blow up the food?" I asked. Katniss began to stroke my hair back.

"Every bit of it." She confirmed smiling meekly.

"Good." I said."You have to win." Katniss will win.

I longed for something else to fill the void. Hearing the mockingjays whistle in the background. I longed for one last song. "Can you sing?"

"Okay."

Katniss's melodic voice entered my ears. I feel at peace, at rest. I don't feel intense pain anymore. I only feel the blood from my stomach slowly leaking out; I took steadily breathes to hear this song. My eyes look straight up at the canopy of the woods.

Deep in the meadow,under the willows

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow,

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes,

And when they open-

I hadn't blinked once while I saw the last image through my eyes. Whiteness blinded me, pulling me into this blank bright white light. The light.