Katniss


Two Months Later

Gale is dead, just as Cato promised. Well not physically dead, but he is broken. No one really believed Cato and I were in love, but now they do.

Peeta, of course, was killed in the arena. No one cared. Everyone was focused on Cato and I. With the help of the careers, we took out everyone. Then we took out the other careers.

At first we thought the gamemakers wouldn't let us both out, but they did. They made the announcement just before we both killed ourselves so we didn't have to live without the other.

Cato and I have lived a happy life since the games. I don't regret volunteering for Prim or killing Peeta. Not only was Cato the love of my life, but I hated Peeta. It was easy to kill him and I made it last for days.

I tied him to a tree. Then I stabbed his leg and bandaged it once he had lost a good amount of blood. The next morning I cut off an arm and bandaged it once again. That night I received a care package. It contained two things. One, three knives and two, a loaf of bread. The boy with the bread died the next morning from three fatal wounds. One in the heart, one in the head, and slit in the throat. Both Cato and I finished him off and I think the Capitol had a good show.

When it came down to the two of us, Cato and I had agreed that if they didn't let both of us live, we would kill ourselves at the same time. Luckily, we didn't have to.

I live with Prim and my mother, but Cato is next door. When the time comes, Cato and I will be wed, but my mother says we are too young so we must wait.

That concludes the story of how I survived the Hunger Games, but people are beginning to rebel and now we must prepare for the beginning of the end.

THE END


I'm sorry to end it this way, but I needed to bring an end to the story. I'm thinking about writing a sequel based on Catching Fire. Let me know if you think it's a good idea. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and thank you to everyone's support!

-Mockingjay932