A/N: So this is my first fic... Review and crit! I want to improve my writing! Thank you :D

Here we are, waiting for that one signal.
Snow took everything that I had, my wife, my son, my home; my daughter was the only one I could save that night; and that night I became a rebel, I became one of the warriors of the MockingJay's army, I was just a simple miner but now I'm with her.
I still remember her when she was 6 years old and came to visit her father; he was just like me, a beautiful wife and a great children, both Katniss and Primrose were so clever at such a young age, I've never spoke to his family since Everdeen's passing, sadly. I wished he could see what those girls became, I wish he could see how much they grew, and his wife, I swear I have never seen her this broken; having your child entering the games twice is not good for you. I cannot even imagine having my baby girl entering the games, she's all that I have left, that girl is everything to me.

I'm fighting for myself, my family, the rebellion and all of the fallen from the destruction of 12.

I, certainly, must've got lost in my thoughts, because all I can see now is bullets cutting the air and the skin of many. I move to grab my gun but I can't, because that's when something enter my stomach with such force that I'm taken back slightly. "Oh no..." I look down at myself and see a big stain of blood surrounding my bullet wound. I feel numb, just numb, as I collapse onto the floor of the roof where I was sitting. I gasp for my last breaths and think about my daughter, 'She's strong; she'll get through it... Take care of her... I love you...' I remember my wife's last words to me, she saw our 5 year old son die that night and now I'm coming home to them. Tears stream down my face and I think about my girl. "I'm so sorry..." I mumble as my eyelids feel heavy.

I'm trying to keep fighting for myself, my family, the rebellion and all of the fallen from the destruction of 12.

I hear a feminine voice call my name and I struggle to see who it was.
I have such a large smile on my face, but it's taken away when I see my daughter explode in front of me.
I can no longer feel, move, speak or hear.
I am dead; I've been killed by one of our own. I knew Coin couldn't help us, she's just as bad as Snow.

I was fighting for myself, my family, the rebellion and all of the fallen from the destruction of 12, but now I was hoping to have my revenge.