A/N: I don't know if anyone is reading this anymore, but here is the final chapter of my story. If you've made it this far, thank you for sticking with me to the end! Please review (not specifically this chapter, but the story itself).
I know that I did the right thing in firing that arrow at Helena, but I didn't mean to kill her. I just wanted to knock her over, protect Parker.
Parker and I left the arena in a hovercraft, while another took the bodies of all the dead tributes that had not been picked up yet. I cried to myself as we flew to the Capitol. I cried to myself as a team of doctors did their check up. And I cried to myself as I went to sleep that night. Eventually the tears stopped, but I will never forget everything that happened.
There were funerals in the Capitol for the dead tributes. All the families were brought in for the ceremonies. Parker and I went to every funeral so far. I find myself now at the funeral for Helena. I have prepared something to say, and when it is my turn, I approach the microphone and talk to the thousands of people in front of me, as well as to millions more through the camera.
"Helena Miller was my best friend. We may have pretended to hate each other, but she was my best friend. You all saw her as a heartless girl, but she was more than that. The Games changed her in ways I never expected. I killed her. I killed her because even if she had lived, she never could have recovered. She always would have been in the Games. She always would have been a danger to everyone around her, and a danger to herself. To the families of all her victims, I ask you to forgive her." I walked over to the coffin with Helena inside, a wound in her neck. "And Helena, I ask you to forgive me."
I returned to my seat crying. Parker took my hand in his. We stood for the national anthem as Helena was lowered into the ground, never to hurt anyone again.
