THIS IS A ONE SHOT SHORT STORY ABOUT HER DEATH! Enjoy lovelies!
Katniss had been longer then she should have... It was starting to get dark again... I didn't want to have to spend the night alone again.
As I bent down to pick up some roots I head a rustling sound. My head lifted slightly and I looked around. No one in sight.
I advanced forwards, only to hear the whoosh of a trap. My body, small, delicate, and fragile, was pushed against the floor. I was completely trapped.
There was the whistling sound of the mocking jays, followed by the screams of a frantic girl. After listening carefully I could make it out perfectly. She had been yelling Rue.
"KATNISS!" I called back. The mocking jays whistled again. "Rue!" she yelled. "Katniss!" I replied weakly. My breathing was slowing from the heavy net.
Footsteps neared me. "Katniss." my mind screamed. She kneeled down and started to cut me free with a small knife.
I waited patiently until she severed a hole big enough for me to escape. We both stood up and I looked at her for a second with a smile.
Marvel came out of the brush with a spear. Katniss shot him just as he threw the spear. His cannon sounded. My stomach hurt.
I glanced down, to notice a spear going straight through me. She helped me pull it out. Once it was free I collapsed to the floor.
It was so cold... and I understood how dying felt now. It wasn't so bad I guess... "Sing..." my throat allowed me.
She hesitated for a slight moment then began,"Deep in the meadow, under the willow, a bed of grass..." My hearing stopped working and the sky started to blur.
"You have to win..." I whispered. I wanted to cry knowing this is it, but I couldn't. I had to be strong for... What are their names... What is my name...
What is happening... Everything started to fade. I could make out a figure with brown hair. tears streaming down her face. Everything turned black.
And I remember hearing a canon boom.