Glimmer
This is new. This feeling, this experience is unexplored territory. Even if I don't know it, I know what's happening. I'm dying, and there is nothing I can do about it.
If there was a treatment for this much venom in my bloodstream, it would be floating down about now. I know I'm not short of sponsors, but it'd be useless. I'm paralysed in this lying position, unable to move a muscle. Nobody would come back to save me now. Definitely not Clove. She hates me and she'll probably cheer at my cannon. Not District 4. She didn't do much better than me, I'd be surprised if she survived. Not Peeta. He's not a tribute, not a Career. He wouldn't have the courage to glance back. Not District 3. He stayed to set up our land mines. Not Cato, who flirted with me in training, who kissed me in the elevator, only to tell me he was in love with his district partner.
Not even Marvel, the boy I grew up with, the boy who came here with me.
It hurts so badly. I just want the pain to stop. I know that by now there is more venom that blood in my veins. My heart is struggling on, but I won't last much longer.
I can see my life. I'm six and sitting on a glittery swing in the District 1 park. I'm telling my mum how I'm going to volunteer. She encourages me, but has tears in her eyes. My first day at training. I don't really excel at anything, but they know even back then I'm pretty and charming. I'm told I'm a sponsor magnet.
I'm thirteen and my friends are surrounding me. A tall, lanky boy throws a foam spear with a love note, paper flowers and chocolates tied on with ribbon at me. It's a younger version of my district partner, Marvel. I laughed in his face. No wonder he didn't save me.
I've just arrived at the Reaping. I'm seventeen. Normally I'd be too young to volunteer, but next year is the Quarter Quell and I might not be in the running. My district escort reads out the name of a fourteen year old girl I know of, but have never spoken to. I volunteer without a moment's hesitation. Eighteen year old girls are giving me death stares, but I flick my long blonde hair, bat my long dark eyelashes and wink flirtatiously at the cameras. I know this'll win me potential sponsors before I even get to the Capitol.
Then I'm in the elevator. With Cato. I've met him and his district partner a few times, of course, but she gives me death stares every time I talk to him. So I stopped bothering.
"Hey, Glim". His nickname sends shivers down my spine.
"Hiya, Cat"
"Don't call me that! That's what Clove calls me when she's sort of mad at me. You know, like she wants me to know she's annoyed but it's not quite middle name worthy".
"Marvel just calls me Glitter. Or occasionally Shallow Vain Looks-Obsessed Girl".
"I've been meaning to give you something" he tells me.
That's when he leans forward and kisses me.
"So... Glim... Yeah, I like you, but... My district partner... We're enemies now... The Games... Look, Glim, I like you and you're beautiful but I... I... I love Clove. Oh, isn't this where you get off?"
That's when everything goes black. I am dead.
Okay, not very cheerful, but this is my attempt at dying thoughts. Bit hard, seeing as I've never died, but still. Next I have the District 3 boy. Please review - and I need some advice. Does Marvel's or Rue's chapter come first? Rue received her fatal injury before Marvel, but he died first.