District 9 Male Tribute
I dreamt about her ever since my frightful eyes laid on her.
She volunteered for that frightened twelve-year-old
I could never imagine volunteering for anyone
"You're going to try right big brother?" my little brother, Marco said to me, clutching my shirt.
"I can't win, you know that. Everyone knows that."
Brrring!
Time to go,
Marco, take care alright? Stay out of trouble.
I run up to a bright orange bag, the first thing in sight.
I run toward it, so does Katniss Everdeen, District 12—I presume.
We tug at the blinding colour of orange.
My grip loosens; my head slowly drops, to only see blood spurting out from under me.
The knife finally gets pulled out; I hurdle to the floor, I curl to a ball.
My eyes can only catch a glimpse of her before they close, permanently.
She's just standing there, irritated; she must've lost a weapon.
Clove, my beautiful Clove, she was my killer.
At least my last sight is beautiful.
She smiles at me, and then disappears with the other Careers
My eyes firmly shut, I've died without trying.
"Sorry Marco, I could've tried for you back home."