The door bursts open. They were coming for me now, the peacekeepers. Two of them pin my arms behind my back and cuff me. Its then that I feel a tremendous pain in my head and crumble to my knees.
On and on, the pain keeps coming as I'm hit repeatedly with a studded metal glove. I don't cry out, it wouldn't do any good. I look towards Katniss in the glass cylinder although, the blood pouring down my face and into my eyes, is making it hard to see.
What I did was all for her, the girl on fire, the Mockingjay but above all the selfless girl who volunteered in place of her sister. I smile then mouth "I'm still betting on you girl on fire." A final slam to the head makes everything go black and I am no more.