Fuel for the Flame

Hello, My names...Do you know what? It doesn't matter what my name is, you probably won't remember it. Anyway, I'm the tribute from district 7, not that you'll remember that either... You see, it doesn't matter whether you remember my name or not, Ill soon be dead, no doubt about that. You see, I'm not from one of the known districts like one, two or four. I haven't done anything that will make me recognisable like district 12. There's nothing that stands out about me. I'm just an average girl, who's been sent into the arena, to die.

I no that my deaths inevitable, there's nothing I can do to stop it. Even if I manage to survive the first day, I'm still going to die, killed by other tributes as my family sits at home and watches.

The thought of dying? Yes its scary, imagining how it's going to happen, when it's going to happen...But, It doesn't bother me...In a way, it's an easy escape, a quick death instead of slowly starving to death in district 7. Its... the thought of my family having to watch it, knowing that once that train takes me to the capital...they'll never see me again...It will be the last time we ever talk, touch and see each other...knowing that, it makes my heart ache for them. It's painful...but it's even more painful to forget them...to pretend they don't exist, to pretend they're not at home watching me, praying for me, that is much worse.

Hopefully, me dying wont be for no reason. Hopefully, Ill be another sacrifice, more fuel to the spark, a spark that's just waiting to catch into a flame, creating smoke. Hopefully, my sacrifice will add to the many to help people see, to gain the courage to fight back. The girl from district 12. She's not afraid to fight for what's right. Sacrificing herself for her sister... Well, that's what I'm doing...I'm scarifying myself for my district...In hope that someday, they will get their freedom.

My name it's Rose...I was a tribute from District 7. I stood by and watched as tributes died...before I was killed myself. My name will not be remembered...but, my death will be known. I'm just one of many who have been used as a fuel to light a spark, a spark that will grow into a fire. A fire that will burn bright. A fire that will bring hope to many people.


Hey, just a short little fanfic I came up with, not my best but oh well~ Please review and let me know what you think. I wanted to write a fanfic based on one of the tributes and how they feel about the whole thing...so I hope I did a good job..Thanks for reading :)