The girl from District 10 was my first kill.
A river of blood rushed from her mouth as I punched her for the seventh time. She cried out in pain, trying to push herself away from me. I straddled her waist and her body bucked against mine, arms flailing. Her hands stretched, reaching out for the small dagger that was more than ten feet away. She stopped her thrashing, suddenly looking me straight in the eye. My dark brown met her sky blue eyes.
"Please," she said, blood gurgling in her mouth. The thing was, I wanted to let her go even though I knew I couldn't. She was the last one. If I wanted to go home—if I wanted to live, she would have to die. My hands braced around her small neck. Her eyes of heaven widened and she started thrashing with such ferocity that I almost let go.
More blood spilled from here mouth.
If I didn't break her neck, she would most certainly choke and die on her own blood. The death I would bring her would be quick and painless.
I was doing her a favour. . .right?
I tightened my hold on her.
"One," I said, my voice coming out softer than I imagined.
"Two," I told her, looking right into her bright blue eyes. She had stopped trying by now. She knew she was going to die.
"Three," I breathed.
CRACK!
The girl from District 10 now lay motionless below me. Light was quickly fading from her blue eyes and blood was slowly trickling out of the corner of her mouth. I stayed by her side, staring into her eyes until the light was gone. I never even knew her name. Sighing deeply, I closed the eyes that would never see again. I. . .I just felt so guilty. I had killed someone—a living, breathing human being. I crab-walked backwards until I'd hit the firm bark of a tree. The cannon sounded.
"Congratulations! You've just won the Hunger Games!" a strong voice said, voice bouncing off the walls of the arena. In the blink of an eye, her death did not matter to me. That quickly, she was forgotten. When I got home I did not mention her, and no one questioned me about her.
She was dead.
I had won.