Joshua Mak, Aeron Jeyaseelan, Jasper Nguyen
ASSASINATION
The boy with the bread is already falling away from me... The door opens and the blinding light
greets my eyes when suddenly it's not a platform full of happy people that I see but an empty train
platform. How odd, every year the victors are broadcasted live on television and their district welcomes
them back warmly. I hear a slithering sound to my left, but ignore it... better to find out where mother
and Prim are than to listen to small sounds. Even the train seems deathly quiet, there's no sign of
Haymitch or anyone who was attending to the train. Peeta clenches my hand softly to let me know he
wants to get off the train and go back home.
As we walk out, I look down to see a red dot pointed at my chest. It takes me a split second to realise what was going to happen when Peeta shouts and pushes me out of the way. BAM! It happens in slow motion, Peeta cries and lashes out, he collapses on to the ground and I take a step back. This can't be real... we just won the Hunger Games... then the words of Haymitch come backto my mind, "The Capitol are angry at you... they can't stand being the joke of the Panem." I fall on to the ground clenching his hand looking at his wound.
"Go Katniss, before they get you too…" Peeta collapses and looks at me with his remaining eye, "I love you". I look at him with a sense of guilt. There I was just telling him that the way I acted was just for show when it really wasn't. 'You never know what you have until you lose it,' I clench his hand sobbing onto his chest not caring about the world. I feel emptiness and I wish he didn't do that for me. Would I have done the same for him? Peeta is gone and my mother, lost in her own world after what happened to my father. The only person I live for is Prim. I know there's no hope in bringing him back, so I close his eyes and give him one last kiss on the lips before I stand up all wobbly and weak. I look at my blood stained hands and make a vow to myself, and to Peeta, that I will not let the Capitol get away with this, they will regret everything they have done to our 13 districts, including the one that they destroyed.
I drag myself home thinking about the person who killed Peeta. I open the door and… I see my mother on the floor unmoving, still as ever. I run straight to her and try to feel her pulse but it was too late, she had died. I howl in outrage, Peeta and my mother whom I never reconciled with, who I never made up to nor her for me. As I wipe my tears away with my arm I saw a message smudged with my mother's blood on the wall behind her. It said WE DONT TAKE THINGS LIGHTLY SWEETHEART. I looked at it a furiously and punched a large hole into the wall yelling out "I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS!" I see my sister peeping out of the kitchen cupboard. I run straight to her and ask if she was alright. She was trembling with fear. She looked up as I asked her what had happened and asked if she was alright again. She pointed behind me. I quickly turned around and as I did, I was staring right into a pair of green eyes with a little bit of gold tinted eyeliner.