I heard that when you're life's about to end, everything slows to a halt, and you remember all the details, or that your life flashes in front of you.

Nothing like that happened to me.

I ran to the Cornucopia, like a good little sacrifice to the Capitol's cause should, making sure to try to survive as long as possible on the lifeblood of others.

I'm sorry, do I sound bitter?

Because I am.

I grabbed a spear and lashed out at everyone who came to close to me, like I was expected to do by the Capitol. I managed to get a sickle to the throat too, and I just kept going, fuelled by adrenaline. I wanted an axe. I'm from District 7, it's pretty obvious I wanted an axe; axes would have been what saved me.

I looked for more weapons as the spear had vanished into oblivion, just like what was going to happen to me. I found my preciousaxe in the pile and went to look for more people to kill in order for me to survive. I saw a body splayed out on the ground near the forest as I scoured the edge for more weapons. She was dead, an eerie smile stretched across her face as if she knew more than everyone else.

In the end she didknow more than us all, not that we knew it at the time.

And so I ran back to the fight, instead of going forward in to the forest to hide. I went because I thought I could remove more opposition. I went back even though I knew I could die.

Perhaps I did know the same things as the girl from District 3.

I picked up a pack, and didn't stop to check what was in it. I kept picking things up, not sure if I even knew what they were, let alone knowing them. They probably did nothing but weigh me down, but I didn't know that then.

And so I ran after a girl with a braid to kill her, because some people I never met decided that this was a good idea. I'm still not sure whether I wanted to or if it was just the urge to survive. I'm hoping it was the later, but I've learnt that hopes and wishes are just fancy names we give things that will never happen.

I mean, how many people hopedor wishedthat they weren't going to be in the games, or weren't reaped, or weren't lying in holes in the ground 6 feet deep?

Back on track now, back to my death.

She tripped over and fell to the floor, and I approached her with my axe held above my head.

And then somebody threw a knife into my back.

I fell to the floor, blood pouring out my back.

And that's when I died.

Going into the great beyond without actually killing anyone, despite the best efforts of others to make me do so.