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"Aren't you even going to try?"

He was talking, his voice sounding less confident than his usual tone. I pulled a confused face at him, before realizing. He wanted a memorable fight. He wanted to take me down in the most riveting way possible. I shook my head shakily at him. "I-I d-don't have any w-weapons… I d-don't want to f-fight," The look on his face was indescribable; the only word that I could call to mind for it was disbelief. He looked somewhat impressed. Actually, looking at the circumstances, I was pretty impressed myself.

I saw his hand grip on his sword, and I screwed my eyes shut, hunching down into the flowers, waiting for my life to end. Instead, something landed at my feet. It was Jedrek's sword. He nodded at me. He must have really wanted this to be amazing, to take me on with his hands while I held his weapon. I shook my head and kicked it away. "I d-don't want to fight," He grabbed it and pulled me to my feet, putting the sword between my sweaty palms.

"I want you to kill me," He spoke firmly.

My mouth dropped open and I backed up, throwing the sword down. "I am not going to kill you," I spoke as calmly as I could manage, my body shaking. I felt so confused, like I was being played. My current mental stability was making me doubt what was real and what was happening in my head. He gave me a slightly angry look.

"Don't you want to go home?" The words hit me like a slap to the face, and I thought of home. I thought of my brother, who I'd worry about so much more every year, I thought of Barney, and how I would never be able to be with him the same as before, how I wouldn't be able to kiss him without thinking of Thread.

I'd be alive, while someone like Thread died. I would have to watch as they shipped him home in a wooden box, to be put in the dirty polluted earth of the District 8 cemetery. I would feel broken and scared my whole life. I knew I would miss everyone, and I'd let down so many people, but I knew the best choice was to die today. I can't go home as this person. I wasn't the Teddy Halrow that entered the games. Everything that happened to me was Teddy's greatest fears, and the only thing I could do for her now, even if I had to keep her from going home, was to keep my promise of not killing anyone.

"I can't go h-home. Not like this," I saw pity shift across his expression, and he took in a deep breath. "You are the one I didn't want to kill, Teddy," His jaw stiffened, and in the dying sunlight, I saw a tear leave his eye.

"You should never have been chosen for this,"

I shook away his words, feeling tears sting my eyes, something I hadn't felt since Thread died. I held my arms out, and advanced forward. I saw his hand shake as he raised his sword arm slightly, getting ready to push it through me like the countless others that had the misfortune of meeting this boy from District 2.

That's when a soft noise rang out, and shimmering downward, there was a silver parachute. We shared extremely shocked looks at each other. Sending in a sponsor gift so late into the games must have cost an incredible amount of money. At first I thought it was for Jedrek, but it skimmed past him, landing at my feet. I had no idea what was inside. Did someone send me a weapon? I hoped they hadn't, because I knew I wasn't going to allow myself to leave this arena. Their money would have been completely wasted.

"Open it," Jedrek spoke, his eyes watching it curiously. I scooped it off the floor, finding that it was a rather big parcel in comparison to the bandages. I unscrewed the lid and what was inside pulled wails out of me. It was a teddy bear. It was a teddy bear, the ones made by Barney, the expensive ones they send out to the Capitol. In its hands, it was holding a spool of dark thread. I picked up the fallen note from the grass with trembling hands, almost blinded by my watery eyes. I had to wipe away my tears to read the words, but I almost wished I hadn't.

You can sleep now.

8

I sobbed heavily, falling forward, Jedrek leaping towards me to catch me. His arms were warm and comforting, and he held me as I cried into his jacket, clutching the bear with all my might. "A bear… why?" He questioned. I didn't know if people in District 2 ever got teddy bears, because they were all rumoured to be brave, but I didn't feel strong enough to explain it properly. I took a few deep breaths, readying myself for what was going to be my death. I was now prepared completely to join Thread in the graveyard in 8.

"W-when I was a little girl, I u-used to have terrible nightmares, and my Father saved all his money to b-buy me a teddy bear. He told me that if I had one with me, i-it…. It would protect me in my sleep," Jedrek's embrace tightened a little, and I knew he knew. "I'm so tired…." I whispered to him. I could feel his tears falling into my hair as he cried. "P-please…"

A sharp pain burned through me, and I glanced down, Jedrek's hand on his sword, his sword through my stomach. My grip broke on the bear, and I took a last breath. His eyes flicked back and forth across my face as he lowered me to the ground. The colour of the flowers started to engulf my vision, and then everything was red. I thought I could hear someone calling to me, but I wasn't sure. I felt my chest heave once, and then I couldn't see anymore. The blackness took me over, and then I was gone.

I was finally going home.