Hopeful faces surround me everywhere, striking despair into my very core.

Their smiles suffocate me, I can't stand one more joyful face, they're driving me madder than I have ever been.

I'm supposed to be happy, the rebellion has succeeded, led by me, the mockingjay and everybody is cheering for me: their hero, their hope, their saviour.

But only a fool would see me as a hero, I'm not even close to being one.

I'm just a stupid symbol, the pretty face on the cover, a helpless puppet in both Coin's and Snow's fingers.

My name can be heard over and over again through the crowds, a continuous loud chant, and I try to ignore the sound as much as I can.

I whip my head around madly, trying to find a familiar face, my heart sinks in my feet as I don't see anyone I know but the ones who control my every breath.

I can't hear the voices that surround me anymore.

It's just me, two enemies, and one arrow.

Don't trust them, don't go back. Kill Peeta, do what you came to do

Boggs's final words knock the breath out of me, stopping my heart for a few moments, and I gasp for air when my pulse returns.

I have no idea what's going on ,and it's killing me.

All the coherent words I have struggled to put together are shattered as I remember his dying pleas.

In a daze, I blindly reach out for my precious arrow, I clasp my hand on the bow as my fingers freeze.

My heart is close to jumping out of my throat.

Don't trust them. Don't trust them. Don't trust them.

I want these words out of my mind now and if it takes this only arrow to my head, I'll do it.

Thousands of vengeful cries erupt, giving me an order to strike.

I point my arrow in his direction and I release the string with a gasp.

It hits him with perfect aim, as always.

They're madder than ever, lifting me up on their shoulders, breaking into victorious songs, and those who are lucky enough, kicking President Snow's dead body and laughing sadistically.

What has happened to them? Have the people of Panem turned into washed down versions of their former oppressor?

An overwhelming sense of dread washes over me. What have I done?

My wonderings come to a halt as I catch a glimpse of silver hair in my sight range.

As I turn around to face her, my feet stay rooted to the ground, and I watch in horror as a demonic smile finds its way to her lips.

She is staring at me with a crazed, bloodthirsty look in her hungry eyes, and I'm struggling not to vomit my stomach empty.

The world is spinning around, I can't breathe, nothing but doom is awaiting everyone now.

All I want is to take the pill and escape my unbelievably wrong decision.

I search around in my costume for the solution to all my troubles and I can't find it.

Why is it not there? How come is it not there? I want it there before I lose what's left of my sanity.

My eyes return to her and when I concentrate, I see a small purple object lying on her open palm. She shrugs with one raised eyebrow and her silent cackle reaches my ear.

If only there was one extra arrow, if only there was any other weapon….but it's too late now, the bells have already tolled for our inevitable destruction.

My eyes once more return to the vast crowd and my heart aches for their temporary, short-lived happiness.

They don't know they're celebrating their own future deaths, even crueler than they have ever been.


I don't think this chapter has the same atmosphere as the ones before it, but I just HAD to write this idea. Please tell me what you think of it. Was it lame, were the words too big, and was Katniss OOC? Tell me in a review :)

I'll be writing more, wait for other chapters ;)