Final Moments: District Eight Girl Tribute
I've been here not even 24 hours, but I want to die.
I warm my hands by the fire.
Come get me...
I hate it here. I've always hated the dark.
This fire's not helping much.
Hurry...
I haven't eaten all day; no water.
I hear footsteps behind me.
Finally...
I can only hope this will be fast.
I fake plead, and the big boy stabs me.
Please let my canon fire...
I'm not dead. I'm not dead.
The blond boy from 12 comes back.
Just let me die...
He holds my hand, strokes my hair.
It doesn't hurt any more.
"You did wonderful."
Was that him speaking, or was it my imagination?
The canon fires.
Thank you...