A/N: Hello there! This is my first attempt to write a Hunger Games fanfic. I would continue this based on the reviews I get. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games or any of the characters in it.

Note: This fic is set in the arena of the 75th Hunger Games.

"See you at Midnight"

Run. Jump. Hide. Protect. Survive.

"Stay alive".

Haymitch's last words echo inside my head and its becoming more and more faint. It almost sounds impossible. I knew that I'm going to die the moment I stepped into this arena. Luck can't reward a person like me. The odds were never in my favour.

I try to open my eyes, but my body doesn't obey me. I almost give up, but my mission doesn't stop me. My mission is to save Peeta. I guess it's more than a mission; its my dying wish. With willpower alone, I struggle to open my eyes. I can see my wrist bleeding as though a tap has been opened. The pain becomes more intense once I examine it. It's like a million pins poking your hand at a time. Heat is emanating from my body and covers me like a cocoon. It feels so good. I guess this is the best way to die.

Bleed to death. So much for being a girl on fire.

Not even in my dreams I thought that I would die in this manner. All thanks to Johanna Mason. My first step in trusting someone other than Peeta and Haymitch broke into pieces. But still, I deserve a far worse death for the things that I've done. A person like me should die like Cato. Begging for mercy and for the suffocation to end. Due to the kindness of Johanna, I'm bleeding to death.

It feels so great to die. The thought of completely disappearing from this world never sounded this good to me. But what if there are Hunger games even after I reach hell? What happens to mom and Prim?

Instead of my death taking over my mind, I get up to find my light. The one who's worth dying for. That's when I hear a soft voice calling out for me. The owner of that voice alone is enough to make life surge through my body. It is as though I can defy death. I'd do anything to listen to that voice again.

"Peeta" I murmur. I take cautious steps towards the direction of the voice. And then I hear a canon. The very sound of it sends a shock to my spine, and causes my hopes diminishing. I gather up all my courage to reach the destination faster.

"It's not him" I console myself.