I volunteered.
I volunteered.
I volunteered as tribute.
You need a good reason
to give up your life.
Me?
I did it to save him.
Not my brother.
Not my cousin.
But my friend.
My best friend.
We grew up together.
When I fell down, when I was five, he was there.
When I was starving, when I was nine, he was there.
When I was frightened, when I was twelve, he was there.
When I was heartbroken, when I was fourteen, he was there.
When he was reaped, he was sixteen.
And I was there.
Boys aren't like girls.
Boys don't say, "I love you".
I guess this was my way of showing that I did.
At the Capitol, they view you differently if you volunteered. They ask you different questions.
You weren't picked at random.
You brought this on yourself.
And that's always interesting.
My heart was never in the Games.
I tried to train because that's what was expected of me.
But from the moment I saved him, I had known that it would mean my own death.
I didn't really regret it.
He's my best friend, you see.
may the fifty-ninth hunger games begin
I don't last long.
I run.
I hide.
They find me.
As the blood leaves my head, it seems to carry the bulk of my mental capacities with it. They pool around my body.
he's as good as dead let's keep moving
I lie there.
I look up at the clouds.
They are thunderstorm gray.
Did I make for good television?
Did I make you proud?
Did I make
Did I
Did