Sorry for the wait and I hope you are happy to see a new chapter. Ok, so some of you have got confused over the PoV thing - I'm going to do all the remaining tributes then go back to Karis, don't like it don't read it. Some people have reacted badly from the POV's but I feel that you can learn a bit more about the other characters and their deaths. If you do want to leave criticism please make it constructive. Enjoy!: . Thank you.
Honey's POV
He is dead. Lifeless. I tried to rescue him. But it was no use. We were at the top of the volcano, looking over the area. He had his arm wrapped around me and I felt like the happiest girl in the world; the sun was shining and he was telling me everything about him. Then minutes later life was not the same. The lava swallowed him and spat out his bones. I cried. I still am crying. But what you have to do is redo your hair and get on with things. I ran from the inferno alone. I took a final look and kissed his cheek. That's the thing about stereotypes: people think just because I am from district 1, I am a brat, overly pretty and full of air. But I actually have real feelings and at the moment these feelings are destroyed. I am running through the forest, it's not pitch black, it's scary without Ash and his air of protection, I always felt safe: he had my back. I had his. I am pretty ruthless when I have to be.
I eat a cluster of berries and silently carry on through the forest looking for a water source, I have been here before. This is where Crystal was eaten by those insects. I hated her, she was a total bitch, I was glad when she died. One less tribute, right! I feel so alone. These woods are intimidating. I need to sleep but I can't without Ash and his arm to protect me. Because he made me feel just a bit closer to home.
I manage to find a stream, I indulge and pour water all over my face, the refreshing liquid cools me down and I realise the night is going to be colder than it has been before. I redo my hair and wash my face, it's only then when I realise that the sleeping bag was left behind on top of the volcano.
That night I froze to death, I mean it. The harsh winds and the lack of warmth made my body stone cold. I could feel my body giving up. How much I would have liked to make a fire but I didn't have the strength or even know how to make one. I know people were surprised when no girls volunteered. My heart stopped when they called my name. It just had to be mine. But my mother said I needed to but on a pretty face and keep myself looking presentable, I don't really have any skills, I am average with a bow and arrow but that is about it. Yes, I have killed a tribute but that was easy, I just didn't think about it. I have pretended these games are dreams. When I wake up Ash will be lying next to me, he will put my hair behind my ears and kiss my lips: that will bring warmth into my lifeless body.
The sensation spreads through my body, I close my eyes and fall into a sleep, I know I will never wake up again. I know that my hands are blue and my eyes are swollen. My legs are white and I look like an ice sculpture, I descend into a sleep, unlike the nightmares that have been in my brain for weeks I can dream of love and happiness and what could have been.
Because now I know that I am free.