I told you to run, did I not?
But you didn't listen
and now you're dead
Talon Aahon, District 10
I still think of her everyday. She should have listened. She should have. She should have. She...was the only person I've ever loved that much.
My daughter...my beautiful daughter...
Christine.
You were always a wild spirit, but you went too far. When the bulls broke loose...all hell broke loose...utter chaos...I told you to run.
"Dad, shut up!" You screamed at me. You were 15, you were wild by nature.
You wanted to tame the bulls. You wanted to make one your own. You wanted to put them into your custody.
I remember...the look on your mother's face...the tears...
Sometimes, a mother's love is truly too great.
She ran in after you, but not before turning to me, telling me she'd be right back.
I waited. I really did. I went back into the house, where it was safe. I watched as the bulls ran. As doors slammed. I spent two days by that window, waiting.
I lost both of you that day. I don't blame you, Christine. It was natural-horomones and the way you were made.
But I will never forgive one person.
The one girl who stood off to the side.
Mrs. Patterson, the able woman I know watched you die.
Life is a game.
You have to be in it to win it
or else you won't survive
Dayta Wilder, District 3
Death surrounds. My heartbeat slowing down.
The countdown. That...dreaded...coundown. It played in my head, over and over. I can't escape it. I can't see the world around me, but I can hear it. I can't smell, but I can feel it. Emotion. Emotion everywhere.
When I lost my sight, my smell. I knew it was all over. All I could see was the countdown. I'd rather be not only blind, but loose all my senses than see that scen on repeat.
"Dayta?"
I may be blind, but my hearing is as sharp as ever.
"Titus?"
I felt someone sit next to me on the bed, and I knew it was him. I was so happy when he won 28 years ago. He understood me...helped me.
When life pushes me
I push harder
What doesn't kill me
makes me stronger
Till Hush, District 11
One pear, two peaches, three apples, four apricots. It was simple math, simple yet amazing. Imagine the possibilities!
I'm a mathmatician, Peara's a cook. Simple! Automatic best Victor Pair. I gathered the perfect amounts of fruit, and she made astounding recipies from it.
I walked back to Victor's Village with my newfound stash. There were Mockingjay's twittering, Jabberjays...jabbering.
I pushed open the door to the messy house belonging to Peara.
"Peara!" I called. "Peara!"
"I'm in the kitchen Till!" She shouted. "Dang, I though you'd know that by now!"
"Wake me when your lecture ends," I muttered. She laughed.
"It's not me, it's you," she remarked. "All the stulid things you say and do
"I'm falling in the black," I told her.
We love exchanging lyrics. It's the thing that keeps us sane.
"You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am," she whispered.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," I reminded, placing the fruit on the counter.