Dear Panem,

I don't suppose it ever occurred to you that I was actually afraid of dying. You thought I found it funny. You thought I found the same humor you did in the murder of innocent children.

Well I didn't. I was terrified. Do you have any idea what it feels like to know that any moment could be your last. The worst part is the twenty-three kids you have to murder to survive don't even want you dead. Nobody killed for the fun of it. You created a place where the death of others was necessary for my survival.

I needed you to like me. I killed so you would notice me, and I smiled at my work so you would like me. I always thought it would be Cato who got me in the end. Were you watching us when we made the pact? It was after Glimmer had died. Clove, Cato, and I promised each other that if it came down to it, we would make it quick. We were friends. How sick and twisted does this world have to be for three friends to promise each other that, when the time came, we would make sure to kill each other quickly?

Maybe you only found it more interesting. Maybe you were more determined to put us in the situation where we did have to fight each other. Or maybe you weren't watching at all. Maybe you were more interested in your precious girl on fire.

I hear she's causing all sorts of trouble now. Do you regret letting her win? Personally I'm glad she survived. Now I get to watch as she tears down the world around you, just like how you tore down the world around me.

I can promise you I'm certainly laughing now.

Marvel

District 1