Summary: Rue's POV of what happened when she died
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger games, although I wish I did!
Pain.
Thats all I felt as the spear pierced me.
White hot pain. Hot tears blurred my vision as it become harder to see, harder to breathe.
No!
I didn't want to give up now. I wanted to keep going, make it to the finalists, maybe even win and...
And go back to my family. Yeah my family back in District Eleven. I want to be back in my mother's arms with my siblings surrounding me as we all smile and laugh and talk about our work shifts like normal.
No. Not like a normal family, we'll never be normal, we're not from the capital.
Oh the capital, where they don't have to participate in stupid life-risking games, where they don't have to sit and watch as their loved ones get slaughtered. Then again, I would rather dress in the rags I call clothes, then dress like those Capitol clowns.
Normal! I had to crack a smile in spite of myself, definitely not normal, but... decent? I sighed, then I heard, sobbing?
Why is someone crying? Did someone get hurt? That's why people back home cried, when someone was hurt. I wonder who was hurt, I sure hope they weren't hurt too bad. I hear someone calling my name, but it seems so far off that I can't concentrate on it, but I somehow here "Katniss" rolling off my tounge through my parched lips.
"Katniss..." I repeat.
Then reality comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave.
The throbbing pain from, well, all over comes back and so do the memories.
Katniss! Katniss, Katniss, Katniss! She needs to win, not me. She needs to go back home , back home where her little sister awaits, where her friends and family beg for her to come back. Home, where eventually she'll make a mark, and defy the Capital of all this foolish nonsense.
Sending kids to fight for their life in an arena, just so they can entertain the capital. Whoever thought of the idea is truly and utterly sick.
"Rue" I hear my name again and this time I'm anything but confused.
"Katniss, you have to win. For the both of us, you have too!" I say. She has to.
"Katniss you have to" I say this but I'm not sure if I say it out loud or if it's a thought in my head. It doesn't matter though, because I know she understands.
Katniss mutters a rather pitiful agreement. I sure hope she's actually agreeing and not just for the sake of me . I can feel my time running out as my breath slows and my body numbs. I don't want to but it seems its my time to leave.
"Sing me a song Katniss" I gasp out as my vision blurs, and this time not because of my tears.
Katniss starts singing but I can't hear her, not clearly anyway, for a stronger voice rings in my head followed by flashback after flashback as I see my family with their bright smiles and joyful souls, .
"Close your eyes my little one, close your eyes and dream, you can be anyone, anyone you dream. You can go anywhere, do anything, be anyone, just close your eyes and dream."
And so I do, with my last quaking breath, I let go of life and I dream.
I dream, and this dream, I will not be awaken from, and through it all I smile.
Why do I smile you may ask?
Well because I'm not dying, not really.
I'm just going to sleep, to dream a peaceful and everlasting dream.
Between Katniss' singing which I can barely hear, the poem I just recited, and the flashbacks rushing through my head, it's as if the world is killing me softly.