Well, it turns out that Cato isn't that bipolar. He is letting us camp out here(mostly since Marv can't really walk), but I can tell he's pissed off at me. Oh, Cato… Careers don't always win these games…
I decided to take first watch tonight, since I can't afford to fall asleep. I suppose my anxiety attacks would keep me awake, but I can't take any chances. Marvel's asleep, but he'll be up soon. When I felt his head earlier, it was burning up. He probably has a fever.
I remember everything we've been through, as if each memory occurred yesterday.
About two years ago, on the day of The 72nd Reaping, I was getting my new dress on. I was already running late, so I was in a huge rush. The lavender dress was half on, half off by the time Marvel burst into my room.
"WHAT THE HELL? MARVIE, HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?" I yelled.
Yeesh. I yanked a blanket off of my bed, trying to cover myself up. "Dude, seriously? Mama mia, GODDAMMIT!"
Marvel smiled mischievously. "I've never heard that dumb a response from you," he mumbled. "I was just coming to tell you… um… you're late for The Reaping."
"NO SHIT!" I screeched. Despite my traumatic embarrassment, A smile leaped onto my face. We both laughed. Fixing my dress, I walked over towards Marvel.
"Zip me up?" I asked running my hand through his longish brown hair.
Marvel smiled his usual crooked grin. "Sure, Glim."
I laughed. "You didn't see anything, you bastard," I whispered.
"Hey, Glim," Marvel murmured. I jumped as reality came back to me.
"Jeez, Marv, you scared the heck out of me!" I exclaimed. The pale moon shone overhead, reflecting in Marvel's eyes.
"Don't try to save me," Marv stifled. "This is your game, Glimmer."
A single tear trickled down my cheek. "You saved me, nine years ago, when you didn't even know me," I whispered. "I owe you everything."
Marvel smiled the classic crooked smile, making more tears stream down my face. "Glimmer, I'll be dead by morning. The only thing you can do for me is sing," he moaned.
I stroked my hand through his shorter, yet still messy hair. "Okay," I whispered. "But I'm not that good-"
Marv put a finger to my lips. "Just sing for me," he insisted.
I drew in a shaky breath as more tears dripped down. I wiped my tears on my shirt and began to sing the song Marvel sang to me when I couldn't sleep at night.
"I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said
I'd never let you go,
When all those shadows almost killed your light,
I remember you said,
'Don't leave me here alone,'
But all that's dead and gone and past
Tonight…"
"Just close your eyes,
The sun is goin' down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be
Safe…
And…
Sound…"
"Don't you dare look out your window,
Darling, everything's on fire,
The war outside our door keeps raging on,
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when the music's
Gone…
Gone…"
"Just close your eyes,
The sun is goin' down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be
Safe…
And…
Sound…"
I stopped singing when I realized Marvel had fallen asleep. I sighed. If he died tonight, my only goal would to be to win these Games. I wouldn't want revenge on his killer… only revenge on The Capitol. Revenge on this stupid Game. If someone like Cato won, he wouldn't give a crap.
Realizing that Marvel's body would be taken away tomorrow, I did a crazy thing. This would be replayed a million times between now and morning, but I didn't care.
I laid my head on my best friend's shoulder, and pressed up close to him. Slowing my breathing to match his, I closed my eyes. Tears streamed down my face as I fell into a deep sleep.
Bang! Cato, Clove and I woke up, clearly alarmed. Clove smacked a hand over her mouth.
Cato kept a straight face. "We all know who that was for," he sighed.
"Glimmer…" Clove whispered. If you thought I cried a lot last night… you're in for the worst.
I tried as hard as I could not to break down in front of Cato. I tried. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at Marv's dead body. It was too much to witness something like that. Dead inside, I leaned over and sobbed over him. The scariest thing is that he was wearing his imperfect, lopsided, crooked grin. I grabbed his dead hand and kissed his lips. Already going cold. I just couldn't imagine life without him.
As the hovercraft came nearer, Cato, Clove and I backed Away from his dead body. I needed to be pulled away by Clove. My head fell into the hands as he was lifted up and taken away. Then, he was gone.
I don't need revenge. I need a rebellion. A war. A revolution!