There are only four of us left, the savage from two driven mad from his district partner's death, Katniss the girl who is good with the bow, Peeta her district partner but I've seen him injured and with a cut like that his chances of survival were slim until she got that pack which I assume had his medicine considering his canon hasn't gone off. I am safe for now but I know I won't be for long. I know I can't defeat my competitors; Katniss would have shot me in the heart before I could stab her or Peeta and Cato could easily kill me with his bare hands. Is that what it has come down to, killing? Could I take another's life?
I'd rather die myself, I sigh to myself it won't be a sword to take me down it will be my own hand. I sneak into Katniss's cave; yes I could kill them in their sleep I watch them for a moment their chests moving up and down full of breath, full of life. I can't kill I refuse to let myself become a killer. I grab the berries I saw Peeta collect today, poor boy doesn't know a nightlock when he sees it. I sneak out as stealthily as I came in and I run off as far as I can go; I climb a tree and watch the sun rise.
I've always loved watching the sun rise when the world is in a sense reborn. Maybe I will be reborn as well, into a new form free of the miseries of this life. I stare at the bluish berries and I roll them in my hand, I stare at the sky and I let a few tears stream from my face. "I'm sorry mother that I couldn't win for you." And I let the berries enter my mouth. My vision goes purple and I fall out of the tree, only I don't hit the bottom I fly free.
A/N I know it's really short but I was just experimenting with different characters and what they might have felt :) comments would be appreciated thanks!