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Back in District 11, when somebody died, it was always described as their very own songbird was calling them to do work in the beyond world. Something I would have never understood. I never did, until today. As the District 1 boy, Marvel, plunged his spear into me, I saw a look of pain, guilt and somehow sadness in his facial features, suddenly his features turned almost relieved as an arrow shot through his body. The canon blew before he collapsed towards the ground in a heap. I could feel the life slipping out of my body already, this was it; I lived in this world for 12 years. I always thought that I would get killed by a disease epidemic, back home those were amazingly common and most of the time left only half the population, but that was still too many people.

Suddenly I felt my body move, but I knew it was not the Capitol people, as I was not dead yet, as if somehow I had more to do in this world. I turned my head, finding myself staring at the grey eyes of Katniss Everdeen, the big sister I never had. I felt as if I could tell her anything, so I told her the one thing that I had been holding in since the day of the reaping.

"Katniss, I'm scared." I was so weak, it was barely a whisper. I expected her to call me a wimp, even though I was dying. But what she said gave me the courage to defy the Capitol.

"I know that you are scared, but you just need to believe, I believe in you, your family does and so does Panem. Think about your family, at least you died trying to make a difference to their lives." She said this and even though I was dying, she gave me hope for the future of my family.

"Katniss, I want you to win, for your sister, mother, your district, my district, my family and me. But most importantly, win for the poor kids , who like me in all years leading up to this year did not get to live their live because it was ruined by the selfish people of the Capitol, make a difference for them and for future years to come. I have feeling that the Hunger Games in general will be over in a matter of years. Make sure that you are one of the reasons that this happens. Katniss, I, like everybody else in your district, my district and any of the other district that have been labelled as powerless believe that you are the one who can stop this, you are special, don't ever forget that. May the odds e ever n your favour." I trailed off at this, my body too weak to say anymore, I was almost gone, my life almost over. Until I looked at Katniss' tear smudged face, I hadn't realised that I was crying.

Looking at her cry, she reminded me of the day that I was reaped, she reminded me of my mother, crying softly as she clung to me and then to my father. My father and I had a great relationship; he taught me how to sing with the mockingjays, I love my family so much and I am going to miss them, but the sacrifice I made was for them to have a better life, and I hope that they get that. My family is my inspiration. I wanted them to be proud of me, and as the last bit of my life leaves my body, I finally realised that even though I didn't win, I still helped others make a difference to the way this nation works and I know that that would make my family, and my district proud of me. So when I closed my eyes for the last time and I heard my canon go off, I took death in my stride, proud of myself and I waited for my own songbird to call me home.