The javelin makes contact with my clothes, with my skin, and tears through my body. I cry out in pain, praying Katniss can hear me.
The boy from District 1 is fixated on my near-corpse, and I'm terrified as to why. Is he a necrophiliac or something? The thought is quickly dismissed from my mind, I know I'm being ridiculous. He's just... scarily homicidal, that's all. He just wants to see my final moments, the light draining from my eyes - that's probably what he's staying here for, the sadist.
Well, I'm fully intending on not giving him that pleasure. I'm not going to take my last breath until he's nowhere to be seen. He caused my agony, but he shaln't get to see the whole of my struggle. I'm strong-willed, I'm sure I can hold on long enough.
The light can't take me just yet.
Katniss arrives and I go to warn her and she sees him. She shoots, and I don't even think of blinking. I didn't think I would ever be so fortunate to get the chance to see my killer die themself, but here he is, and I'm enjoying seeing his momentary pain. Call me cruel, I don't care. I'm still sweet on the surface, nobody ever really needed to know my cruel side, though everybody has one. My ally's always shines through when the arrows fly from her bow, and she shows no remorse for her prey.
His cannon fires and I feel slightly lighter inside, like a burden's been lifted. The boy who killed me won't get the chance to go home and live out a full life, and that's revenge enough for me.
She kneels by my side as I fall to the floor and I let the waiting tears fill my eyes and fall across my face to the ground. There's no use in holding them back, I don't need to keep a reputation any longer. Whoever is watching over me must be cruel to let me suffer like this. I mean, I'm twelve.
I beg her to sing and she obliges. The melody coming from her mouth is not one that I have ever heard before, but it's beautiful, and it's calming, and I have no trouble falling into my final, eternal sleep.