All characters belong to Suzanne Collins. This is my second fanfic so dont judge too harshly.
I want to tell her that I love her, and my dry lips form her name. I want to see her smile again, a real smile, not one that she wears for the cameras so they don't think she's falling apart. All of these wishes never come true.
My arm burns with such intense heat that I close my eyes for a moment. The last few moments rush through my mind. The parachutes- what an evil trick to play on starved children. The rebel medics coming through with first-aid kits. The pain of them trying to heal me, the pain that I can still feel.
I hear a sigh from a medic, and know that I'm much too badly hurt to go anywhere like this.
I wish I could thank Gale, for keeping Mother and I alive. I wish I could tell Mother I love her, and that she must stay strong in times of doubt.
But most of all, I want to talk to Katniss. I want to hear her voice again, calling out to me from outside the door to come see what she had gotten from the woods. I want to see her coming back to our old home with her hands full of food. I want to tell her she never should have taken my place at the reaping. None of this would have happened if I hadn't been called. The odds were never in my favor. Dad dying. Nearly starving. Getting called at the reaping. Now, I have this.
I open my eyes to another explosion- and I feel nothing. It's like I'm somewhere far away, hearing about what had just happened to a poor little girl named Prim Everdeen. The world is chaos below me. I see Katniss far below, slumped on the ground. I wonder if this is what death is like. Always seeing what is happening, but never being able interfere. Watching and listening, but never touching.
I know in my gut that what I am thinking is true.
"Thank you for everything, Katniss."