A/N: So I decided to take a little break from my other story (I promise, only one week) to write this little one-shot. If you haven't already noticed, I seem to have a thing for Careers. Anyway, tell me what you think.

-A Story of Tens-

(01.)

I was born at the only hospital in the district. (because all stories have a beginning, even the sad ones.) My parents always knew I would be special. They never let me forget it. I was Glimmer, the sparkle among darkness. (although I hadn't been shining very brightly lately.)

(02.)

I stated training when I was seven. (not serious training; just little things, like knives. the harder things would come later.) I worked hard to live up to my parent's expectations. My older brother was always the good one. He volunteered at the right time: eighteen years old. There were no goodbyes said in the room. Because he was coming back. (he never did. His "ally", Finnick Odair, slit his throat in the middle of the night. Finnick went on to win.)

(03.)

I volunteered a year early. My parents went into the room, and said goodbye to me. (because we all knew this was goodbye.) There was no celebration like when he volunteered. We never spoke his name, because he was a disgrace to our district. (he never disgraced me. I volunteered to see him again.)

(04.)

I stepped onto the stage in my golden dress. (after all, I was the Capital's 'Golden Girl', according to the newspapers.) I stayed their Golden Girl for the rest of my interview. (everyone knows what they want to hear.) At the end, I looked into the camera and blew my district a kiss. (no one but me knew that it was my last kiss. ever.)

(05.)

I killed for the first time in the bloodbath: The girl from nine. (she wasn't going to make it—I was doing her a favor.) Later that night I sat by Marvel. He whispered in my ear, I'll make sure you get home. I replied, Don't make promises you can't keep.

(06.)

We waited under the tree for the Fire Girl. (she was a stupid, petty girl. Just the kind my parents always wanted. I hated her for it.) I was on watch, waiting for her to come down. I knew she wouldn't. She was too scared to face who she was. So, I slept. I dreamed of him. He told me to visit him sometime. I promised him I would. (because this was a promise I knew I could keep.)

(07.)

When the tracker jackers first came, I didn't care. Each sting brought me closer to him. (but every human has the instinct to survive, no matter how weak it is.) My last few seconds were filled with agony, and I tried to keep it at bay. My bow was useless, so I just fell over and waited for death. (it didn't come for hours. How rude of him to keep me waiting.)

(08.)

I cried for her. She was my little Glimmer in the arena, the only thing representing hope. While the others were chasing the traitor bread boy, I went back to the body. (because it wasn't hers; not anymore. The Glimmer I knew was gone.) The mouth was curved into a smile, her last feeling being the feeling of nothing at all. (it was at that moment when I realized what I had to do.)

(09.)

I felt nothing plunging the spear into the little girl's stomach. (because I was already dead, so why should I care?) I heard the fire girl coming closer. I just stood there, whispering to Glimmer, I'll be their soon. I know I can keep this promise. It was a relief when the arrow pierced my neck. (I hardly felt it. All I could think of was Glimmer.)

(10.)

We were together at last. A pair. A whole. We survived together. No one realized the dead were the ones who lived. (because every victor is dead inside. no one lives outside the arena.) We were the lucky ones. (at least, that's what we kept telling ourselves.)

Hope this made you feel bad for Glimmer… if it didn't… shoot. That's what I was aiming for. Comment below!... Pretty Please…. You know you want to…

~Katie