Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
A/n: I was completely serious when i said EVERY character on that list. Admittedly, having now written this, i can see why most people avoid this character when using prompts. It's one of only two where i've also had to interpret the character... Nevertheless, i hope you enjoy. Or at the least don't find it too odd.
33) Other Tributes – Yes
Who am I?
"Are you scared, honey?"
"Yes."
I should tell the truth.
It doesn't matter, really. Not anymore. Not that it ever mattered before. Not to you.
"Do you forgive me for not volunteering for you?"
"Yes."
What else can I say?
You don't know my name, do you? You're enjoying my death and you can't even remember my name. You probably don't even realise I have one. I don't know your name either. But then, I've never seen you in my life. At least I know you're human.
"Have you got a plan for winning the Games?"
"Yes."
Just don't ask me what it is because I can't lie that well.
Do you know anything about me at all? Or am I just some character, dying in some field away from you? For your entertainment, dear viewer. Guess I'm not going to be that victor, am I? Maybe I'm not that touching death either or that well-deserved one which you'd remember for weeks afterwards. Maybe I'm just here to be ignored. An extra, unworthy of your attention.
You sicken me, viewer. You honestly do.
"I love you. You love me too, right?"
"Yes."
Too late to change my mind now, isn't it?
I'll help you out a bit. I'm that kid. I'm the one who didn't have a chance, who wasn't important enough to register in anyone's mind. I'm the one who didn't get any sponsors – including you, because you sponsored the strong tribute or the beautiful one. I'm the one who lied to everyone when I said goodbye in the Justice Building. Because there was no way to admit the truth. The one who said yes to every question.
"Do you promise to come home?"
"Yes."
In a coffin.
Who am I?
"You do know you'll always be in our hearts, right?"
"Yes."
Until you die too and all I am is a gravestone in the district.
I'm someone's child, someone's sibling, someone's friend. I'm someone whose family is crying for them, right now, as I lie dying. But not to you. To you, I'm simply another tribute, unimportant to the overall story. Someone whose death you revel in. Someone you'll forget in a heartbeat.
Not that you ever cared to begin with.