My hands slowly reach up towards the sky, trying to catch tiny ice crystals. This is my last time feeling the snow against my face, the last time the wind rips the hair from my body, the last time I breathe in the cold air. The other tribute rushes towards me, her sword raised high, aimed at my neck. I do not cry, beg on my knees for her to reconsider killing me. Maybe death isn't that bad. I'll find out soon enough. I stand straight, my arms to my side, my eyes staring into her own. I feel all my happy memories rushing toward me too, as if they hope they're presence can comfort the following moments. Finally she reaches me and it ends. It all ends. I'm transparent, invisible to the living now. I smile. At last, the hunger and sadness don't threaten to take over me. I raise my head towards the sky, looking up at the fake sky created by the Gamemakers. I reach out my hand to catch a snow flake, to flatten my sisters crazy hair, to softly touch my mother's old dresses, to feel something beautiful. I laugh as I run around in the snow, slipping and sliding until I see him. My best friend whom had died only an hour before me. I race towards him. If this is what it's like after all the pain, I don't mind having gone through all the tough times now. I know that some day, my sister and father and Caria and everyone else I love will join me in this amazingness.
All I've been through, all the pain, the suffering, the rare moments when life seemed to work out, the arena, and my death, it was worth going through it all, though I don't wish I had not gone through it. If I hadn't, I wouldnt appreciate this afterness.
A/N- actually, to be completely honest, I have no idea why I wrote this. I had no plans, no thoughts, I just started typing on my phone, letting the words appear on this somewhat tiny screen. its sort of random, but I don't care. This is my second piece that I've written for The Hunger Games, the first to be uploaded. I hope those of you who read it have enjoyed it.
please review?
~Dino