Another kill to my name, that what this is. The little girl from District 11. Rue.
She would have never have survived anyway, there are too many of us who are trained and brutal. But it's nice knowing that I'm the one who got to end her miserable life.
The silver javelin protrudes from her tiny stomach and it's a beautiful, beautiful sight to see. The pain in her eyes, the pain that's spreading all over her body - well, it's like I'm watching a movie, it's such a stunning thing. Call me a sadist, please feel free to - after all, it's what I aim to be.
Sunlight glimmers on the end of my favourite weapon, and it draws me into a trance. Glimmer. My district partner was undeserving of such a pretty name, the stupid whore. She was just pissed off that neither Cato nor I would give her what she wanted, yet that Clove girl got it.
I can't say I'm shocked that Cato likes her, she actually has a personality. Shame they'll have to kill each other, isn't it? I sneer - I honestly must be the only Career this year with a clear goal. Maybe it would have been nice to have some help along my journey, but I guess my good fortune didn't extend that far.
A sharp pain starts in my throat and I can taste bile in the back of my formerly dry mouth. I only have to tilt my eyes downwards a little to confirm my suspicions. I've been shot.
All my dreams and hopes of glory are gone in just a second of horror. I can see the light fading from my very eyes and yet I'm holding on for just one more moment, to hear my victim's cannon sound.
It never does, and I wonder if she's going to die at all, or if my own assassin has given her medicine. She had better not be saved - if I'm going to hell, I fully intend on dragging that little bitch down with me. Her screams are what killed me, I doubt my presence would have been noticed without them.
And yes, I'm talking in the past now, because I know I'm gone. There's nothing I can do to buy me a little precious time. All I'm good for now is becoming another face in the sky, another child to bring shame to District 1. They'll see me in as bad a light as Glimmer, many years from now. Maybe that's the saddest thing of all.
Mom and Dad will probably never even tell Wish about my existance, and she won't remember me off her own accord. She's only one, and she's barely ever spent any time with me. She'll never get the chance to have an older brother, someone to look up to and strive to be like. I wanted to be something to her, I really did. I know I'm a bad person, but I could have been a good brother, I swear. Thoughts race about insude my head, meshing with one another so much I can't even tell them apart anymore.
It's like I'm being shot all over again as my soul is torn from my body, and redemption is the last thing that's on my mind. Please forgive me.
Then there's black.
Then there's nothing at all.