Clove…
Yes. I've got her. I've finally got her.
"Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" I taunt her. She moves around her mouth and spits a mix of blood and saliva on my face. "All right then. Let's get started."
I reach down and place the tip of the knife on her lip. I see a dot of blood, but I don't have much time to enjoy it, because suddenly, I feel hands grab me and dangle me a foot off the ground. It's Thresh.
He flips me around and flings me onto the ground.
He shouts in a voice so loud, I practically jump off the ground. "What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?"
I scramble back on all fours. I'm too scared to call for help. I'm just focusing on not being killed. "No! No, it wasn't me!"
"You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?" he demands to know. He realizes something else and I see more anger wash over his face. "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?"
"No! No, I-" That's when I notice the stone. It's about the size of a small loaf of bread, and it's in his hand. That's when I loose it. "Cato! Cato!" I sound like a dying animal calling for any help it can get.
"Clove!" I hear Cato call, but he's too far away to help me. I hope he hurries.
He brings the rock down hard against my head, right on the temple. It's not bleeding, but I felt the intense force dent my skull, and that's when I know I will die. I will not win the Hunger Games. I will not see my family ever again. I will not live my life. I am a victim of the Capitol.
I'm inhaling and exhaling rapidly, I let a low moan escape my lips, to go into the air, entertain the people, and be forgotten forever.
Thresh whirls around to the girl, but I don't pay attention. I love you, Mom. I love you, Dad. I love you, Caser. I love you, Casy. Goodbye, everybody. Goodbye life.
"Clove!" Cato's voice comes again. It sounds like he sees me. He sees me dying.
The girl gets up and runs away. The big guy takes both the packs and runs.
"Cato, get the pack," I barely manage to say.
"Later," he cries. He begins to beg. "Stay with me. Just, stay with me, Clove." I shake my head lightly, and it feels as if someone is kicking me on the ground.
Cato is holding a spear, but he decides to stay with me, instead of getting the pack. I forgot one goodbye.
"Goodbye, Cato," I say, softly. "I love you." I say it before I even register it. I love Cato. I love Cato. I'm leaving Cato.
I leave, and hear the cannon go off in the distance.