5 Seconds
I lay here, in agonising pain. My hazel brown eyes stood still from shock. It took 5 seconds. I saw the rock, but I froze. I was stiff and could not move. We were going to win, me and Cato. We were going to be victors. Out of the six people remaining, I'm the one lying here on the grass; I'm the one going to die. Careers should not die like this. I know it won't be long until I'm gone. I want to say bye to Cato. "CATO!" I scream. He is coming, running towards me. His bright blue eyes stared into mine. I know what he is thinking. But he does not know what I am. I love him. I trust him with my life. He moves his head closer to mine. "Cato. I'm dying. You know and I know I am. I trained my life for this. Like all the other careers before us. Some get lucky and win, but some don't. Or is it because I'm a rubbish career? We were going to win, and go home. But what is the point." I say. My speech I made for Cato was over. He put his head on my stomach and started to cry. "Win for me Cato. You have to." I want him to survive. Cato looks at me. "I can't do that Clove." He says. I start to cry. Reaching for his hand he grabs mine. "I'm going to die." He says to me. I can't believe it. He is amazing. He can win, he is good enough. "Clove. I'm going to die. To be with you."