I look at the girl in the net, she struggles.
I raise my spear and she starts to scream for the Girl on Fire.
I hesitate.
Why would I risk my life for a kid that wouldn't make it another few days?
I have a few seconds left.
I can hear the Girl on Fires frantic footsteps.
She'll attract the whole career pack if she isn't careful.
Not that there is many of us left. Glimmer and the girl from 4 already dead.
I feel my anger flare, or was it jealousy? The girl who got an 11 for her training score, beating even Cato and Clove.
I see a flash of silver. Glimmers bow. My spear tip is almost touching the ground.
I find myself hating my mind. I killed three innocent kids in the bloodbath. What now is the difference?
I raise my spear in defence as the Girl on Fire runs to eleven. They haven't noticed me.
'You're safe now, you're safe now,' she says over and over. I shift slightly, rustling leaves in the process.
The arrowhead is pointed to my heart.
I change aim. The Girl on Fire must die.
She pulls back on the bowstring.
Adrenalin rushes, the sick kind when you are faced with death, and I throw my spear. She lets go. The girl from eleven goes down, my spear through her stomach.
I lay, trying to keep my blood in my body.
I needed to win. I had too. I couldn't bear the looks my family would be giving me, there foul glares of hatred in my direction.
But I feel my life start to drain. White clouds my vision.
All the training. All the cocky remarks.
I was going to win.
I was…