Hello world this is a oneshot/poem/not actually sure what to call it that has been bouncing around my head for a few days and honestly I can't spell in any language so this could be interesting.
Disclaimer I don't own the hunger games if I did I would be publishing actual books not writing fanfiction
The timer blinks
60 seconds I know what's about to happen the stadium is about to break out in a bloodbath of kids killing each other.
59 I've seen it every year since I could remember, this time I am going to die.
58 I know I am going to die
57 I try to think of a strategy,
56 my drunkard of a mentor was no help, the most he said to me is pass the whiskey.
55 do I even want to win if that is what I become?
54 I glance at the other tributes. All ready to kill.
53 I begin to think of training; what to do?
52 then a crazy thought blows through my head
51 I feel myself begin to smirk
50…49…48 I raise my hand to the audience
47…46…45…44 I wave my hand
43…42…41…40 the other tributes look at me wondering what I am about to do
39…38...37...36 I bow my head
35…34 my minds start to race
33 I unconsciously whisper good bye
32 I raise my foot
31…30…29 my mind is rushing random memories begin to brush to the surface
28 my foot gets closer and closer to the mine
27 I know my family can't be hurt, they did in a fire that should have taken my life too
26 my foot hit the mine
25 I am gone