Not Anymore
I dig my nails into the palms of my hands as far as they can go. Finnick's body has gone into spasms as he carries Mags through the path and the girl is struggling to carry the blonde boy. I can't watch, I don't want to but I have to. My eyes are glued to the screen. She drops the boy; she can't carry him anymore so Finnick takes him and Mags is carried by the girl. Finnick's arms aren't working, his skin blisters and I hate it. I hate whoever created this hell. I start screaming and crying, Haymitch or I think that's who he's called tries to calm me down but it doesn't work. The girl can't carry Mags anymore. Mags just walks out and towards the fog. I see her body convulsing and the skin blistering. Then suddenly the cannon fires.
I scream as loud as I can, even if my throat is burning. I put my hands over my ears and start rocking back and forth. I see Finnick's arms moving all over the place still and the skin blistering. He's unrecognizable though I still love him. I can't stop the screaming and rocking however. Mags is dead. Mags who volunteered for me to save me. Mags who's been so nice to me after all these years (even if she was incomprehensible) is gone and Finnick is doing nothing but saving the boy. I want to scream at him but I know he won't be able to hear, Mags was like family to him and he doesn't care. I scream anyway. What's he doing? I can't bare it, not anymore. I get a pen on the surface of the control room where all the mentors and am about to stab it into the main vein of my neck when the District 12 mentor slowly takes the pen from my hand and despite my screaming and kicking in protest he puts an injection into my arm. Everything goes blurred and I am drifting out of consciousness…