Eight of us remain. Eight out of twenty-four in seven days. In a week more than half of us have died. Six of them I have killed trying to protect Monty only to have it fail on me. Turns out that I can't save anyone. Monty is dead and Calyptus is gone. I have no idea where she is or if she will make it to tomorrow, I think the remaining Career Tributes are chasing her.

I sat unmoving, cradling Monty's lifeless body in my arms. I know that I should move, that I can't stay here forever, but I can't bring myself to leave him. It is my fault that he's dead. I should have protected him better, I should have been better for him. I let him down, I let his father down, there is nothing I can do now but cry over my mistakes.

Throughout the night I waited on top of the mountain, I'm not sure what I was waiting on. Maybe death, I expected the Gamemakers to be mad at me for cheating them. And even more mad that I am mourning one of the fallen. I have a feeling that they don't want me to win because of what I have done. But I am determined to win, but not for me or my mother. I was going to win for Monty, a kind, young soul that deserved so much better than what the world offered him.

When the first rays of the sun start to peak out as the morning comes, I know that I need to leave. But my feet seem to be frozen to the ground. Tears stain my face as I look out behind me, the edge of the cliff, I see countless trees, all of them covered in snow. A few footprints here and there but they look faded, perhaps they were ours from yesterday.

Though the snow has stopped falling, the ground is still covered and the temperature is still freezing. I wonder when I win this will I have a cold or even frostbite from being out in the cold for a week? I sit in the snow shivering from the cold, when I get out of this I don't think I ever want to see snow again.

Then I hear it, the ringing. The sound of a sponsor gift. My head lifts up and my eyes gleam with hope. I spot the parachute falling down towards me and I quickly stand up to grab it. I notice that it is a lot bigger than the one I got before. Reaching out for it I open the container and see a weapon inside of it. A golden bow, glistening in the sunlight, and a quiver of twenty golden arrows. I pick up the bow in awe of how beautiful it is. Then I see the note at the bottom of the container, "Stay strong, you can do this." It is signed W. I can only assume that means Willow.

For the first time since yesterday I smile, "Thank you." I say out into the sky. I run my fingers along the side of the bow, it's so slick and smooth. My fingers brush across the string giving it a slight pull to see how strong it is. It's nothing that I can't handle, but it is pretty strong. The smile never leaves my face, I am back in the game. I got my weapon, and a motive to win. I can do this.

I turn back to Monty, "Goodbye my friend." I whisper out, afraid that if I spoke above that then my voice would betray me and all the emotion that I have bottled up will spill out. I bring my three middle fingers up to my lips and then hold them out to him. It means goodbye to someone you love. I turn back and grab Ash's backpack and pick up all the food that they stole from us. The hovercraft usually would have picked them up by now but it hasn't yet because I haven't left. I put the food down into the bag and start my hike down the mountain with the bow and arrow slung across my shoulder.

On the start of the eleventh day, I knew something was going to happen. It had been four days since there was any action. Four days since Monty was taken from me. His father has probably received his body by now and crying over him as I had. No one has died since. I have not seen anyone.

I've been on the hunt for Calyptus, I don't like being alone here. I have barely slept, afraid that if I did then someone would come and kill me in my sleep. I have learned to be a very light sleeper, the slightest noise wakes me up. When I do sleep the nightmare starts. Every time it's the same. I hear Monty yelling out for me to help him but I can't run, my feet are stuck to the ground. Then his screams die out and the faces of the tributes that I killed come out, haunting me. Every night I wake up screaming. I wonder how no one has found me yet. I caught myself yelling for Monty to run two days after I left the mountain.

Only in my nightmares can I see and hear his voice now. I wonder if this is what it is like for all the victors. Do they have nightmares of what happened in the arena, or what they did in order to survive?

My hair that I once pulled up in a ponytail so perfectly by Teak, has fallen down. I don't bother to put it back up. The hair around my neck helps to keep it warm. It is all matted and tangled but I don't care. Although I do wonder what I look like in the eyes of the Capitol. Do they still think I'm pretty when I'm covered in the blood of others, and a thick layer of snow and dirt on me? My hair all over the place from the wind blowing. My face scared and bloody from fights. My fingernails are covered in dried blood. I must look so terrible in their eyes. Would they be glad if I won?

Some of them would, this bow that they gave me was expensive I'm sure. I've only known of one other time that a weapon was gifted to a tribute. It was a couple of years ago, a boy received a trident, surely the most expensive sponsor gift there is. Although my bow might be a close second.

I walk through the trees hoping to find something. I don't know what I am looking for at this point. Another tribute maybe, a friend, a wolf, I would take it all. I want to feel something again, I have grown numb. Unable to feel the cold or the sadness.

I'm sure I have passed one of the tributes in the past four days, but the snow does such a good job at muffling the sound of footprints and I have never seen them.

I wonder why the Gamemakers have let this go on so long without anything happening. Maybe one of the other tributes did something that held the interest of the citizens of the Capitol. Maybe they are just trying to drag it out because they don't want it to end yet.

I stop dead in my track as the loud sound of the cannon echoes throughout the arena. Then a few minutes later another sounds. I scan the forest and then see a hovercraft appear out of nowhere about five miles from me. It takes the bodies and then leaves. Two more have died and I'm sure that the tributes from 1 are the ones responsible.

I watch as the hovercraft vanishes and not paying attention to where I am walking. I didn't even realize that there was a dip in the ground until I took a step and my foot didn't hit the ground before I took another step. Tumbling to the frozen ground I look around embarrassed that I trip over nothing. "Stupid, can't even walk without falling," I whisper to myself as I stand back up.

The cold morning air seems to suffocate me as I continue my walk around the arena. I think I have walked through these trees at least two times before since I arrived here. Knowing that it will most likely be a bad plan I head to where the hovercraft picked the two bodies. Maybe the tributes from 1 are still there, maybe I can't take them out.

Six of us remain, I just need to outlive five of them and I will win this for Monty. Once again my mind drifts from the arena back to my mother. Does she have a glimmer of hope seeing me in the final few? Or does it only scare her more that there are still so many of us and only one of us is walking out of here? I would give anything to hear her voice right now telling me what I needed to hear. Giving me enough strength to carry on. Just to see her face right now would help a lot, being alone and having no one to talk to for days is starting to make me paranoid. I hear things like a bunny hopping through the snow and I pull out an arrow. I am always on edge, nowhere is safe.

Stepping into the clearing, I think it is the one that I saved Calyptus in, I draw in a breath and stare up into the sky. It has been a week since that happened, since I met up with Calyptus, and now I don't know where she is. She could have been one of the ones that got killed earlier for all I know. Maybe my only friend in this arena is already gone and I didn't even get to say goodbye. I won't make that mistake again. I didn't get to say it to Monty, but if Calyptus dies before I do then I will say it to her. I won't let her die alone like Monty had.

I step out into the center of the clearing, I'm not sure what my plan is at this point. I think I'm just wandering around aimlessly trying to find someone. When my foot touches down on the snow it hits something hard, like a piece of metal. That's when I knew something was wrong. The last time I was here there was hardly any snow on the ground, the Gamemakers must have added this to enhance the entertainment in the Capitol. I hear a clanking noise but nothing happens. My heart starts pounding and I wonder if I step off if that would set it off. Is just me standing here the only thing keeping me alive? Or is stepping off the best option?

The sound of metal hitting other metal makes me nervous as I stand there unmoving, not sure what to do. My mind is telling me to stay still but my body is saying that I need to run. I close my eyes trying to figure out which one I need to listen to, which one will keep me alive.

Just as I am about to take off sprinting as far away from here as I can the ground gives out below me. I let out a scream as I feel myself fall. I desperately reach out to try to grab ahold of the edge but I can't get a grip.

Helplessness seeps into me. Within a moment of the floor falling out beneath me a hand reaches out and grabs ahold of me. Shocked, I look up to see who it was. I was halfway expecting to see the tributes from 1 not wanting me to die unless it was from their hands. "Calyptus?"