The boom of the cannon stops my heart and I start to run.

Someone is dead.

Someone is dead and it could be Katniss.

Just thinking her name makes it hard for me to breathe. I think of how she wanted to protect me, how my world has no meaning without her. All I can do is run and scream her name. I barely recognize my own voice, it's filled with such sheer terror. My leg makes it hard for me to run at full speed, but I do so anyway.

Because nothing matters if I don't find her.

Then, after what feels like an eternity, I hear it. The most beautiful sound I've ever heard. "Peeta!" Her voice, calling to me from far away. I run even faster, using all my strength to put one foot in front of the other. Running toward her voice, praying that I find her before someone else does. "Peeta! I'm here! Peeta!" I feel my energy seeping away as I try to shout back, to order her to stay alive and let her know I won't stop until I find her. But all I can do is run. "I'm here! I'm here!" Her shouts are growing more and more frantic and I feel like I'll never reach her.

That's when I hear it. Another cannon.

"KATNISS!" I howl, using energy I didn't think I had. She doesn't respond and I can't control the tears streaming down my face. My body is shaking as I continue to run. Please, please don't let it be her. My breaths are coming in short bursts and I can feel my heart breaking. Breaking in the fear that I might have already lost her. That everything I did to try and save her was for nothing. My heart breaks for the child I fabricated, but so desperately wish we could have had. It breaks for the marriage that I wish was real, the marriage to the love of my life.

But most of all it breaks for her, the girl who used to have two braids instead of one.

The girl in the pretty dress whose singing made even the birds stop to listen.

Katniss Everdeen, The girl on fire.

All of a sudden there is a terrible explosion and I am blown backwards. I land hard, not sure what damage has been done to my already worn out body. I can't move, and the world starts to fade.

This is it, I think.

Two cannons have sounded but maybe she is alive, I think desperately. She is strong, she can take out the last tribute.

She'll have to do it alone.

I have failed her.

The last thing I picture is her beautiful, beloved face.

I can't help but smile as the world fades to black.

Authors Note: Thanks so much for reading! Please review if you can! :)

Thanks to ilovethg and Mrs. Hawthorne fo

r reviewing! And in response to your question Mrs. Hawthorne, Katniss is safe.