"PEETA! Don't you die on me," I cried into Peeta's chest,"We made it to the end then you turned around and ate those stupid berries! I told you to spit them out but you just said I love you and left me here with you DEAD!" I yell barley able to choke out the last word. I could feel the cameras trained on me and the boy who once told me he loved me.
The boy with the bread gone. He saved my life but I couldn't save his. I could hear the hover plane getting closer and see the ladder lowering. "Goodbye Peeta. I love you." I say as I grab for the ladder hating Peeta for leaving me to live this live without him.
First Rues death, next my first kill to a human, and now Peeta, all in a week. As I grab onto the ladder, it begins to leave the ground taking me with it. Once I am about thirty feet off the ground or higher, I can't tell, I begin to feel the urge to jump. I try to let go but the harder I try the more stuck to the ladder I get.
Once inside the hover plane and I am lose I start to fight back with my fist since I used the last of my arrows to kill Cato. Or save or end his suffering. Depended who you talked to.
After a minute or two I fall unconscious either from exhaustion or something or someone. Hours later I wake up in the Capitol, in the tribute center. A couple seconds later my prep team comes in very cheerful and starts doing my makeup and getting me ready to see Cinna. Wonderful. I leave the arena and have to talk people. Great.