As I bent down to pull out the roots of the plant, a present for Katniss, a net drops down.
As I scream Katniss's name, a boy steps out.
As I reach through the net, a spear enters my body.
As my eyes close from the pain, the boy dies.
As Katniss turns in circles, arrow raised, I curl up.
When Katniss finally realizes that my death can't be stopped, a tear rolls down her face.
As I die, I tell her she has to win.
As I die, I ask Katniss to sing.
As I die, I open my eyes to see the world, one last time.
As I die, I listen to the birds and Katniss's voice.
Soon, the birds, too, are listening to Katniss's voice.
As I die, I think about home.
About my brothers.
About my sisters.
About my mother.
And my father.
As I die, I try to ignore the pain that rips through my body.
As I die, I try not to cry.
I fail at both.
A tear falls down my face, and I know death is only seconds away.
As I die, I try to be brave. But it is a foolish thing to try to be brave when dying.
When I die, everything goes white.