A/N: First hunger games story! If you like it, please, please, please review! It really helps. ;)
She was bleeding and gasping, her frantic breath was the only sound penetrating the eerie, empty, silent darkness. She couldn't even find the breath to scream out in pain, so she lay there, weak and pathetic, unable to move, to speak, and soon, unable to live.
As she lay, she noticed that the grass surrounding her was a bright, a shiny, glimmering red, that sparkled magnificently in the moonlight. It was beautiful. But she was dying, and she still gasped for air, panting sharply. Desperately and yet in vain she continued to try to breathe.
She saw the shadow , and heard the heavy boots snap a twig. She watched as the figure raised the bow and strung the arrow. The moment before the figure released the string, she looked at it, and managed to utter one last word: Please.
The figure released the string and the silver arrow ran clean through her heart.
The cannon sounded and her solemn face appeared in the pixilated sky.