I'm a bit tired of all the bloodied up depressing drabbles. But that's the hunger games for you. So who wants a cheerful one again? I do! But you'll have to wait for next time. Or whenever I actually get a good happy key word. Until then, sorry… ~Jazzy

Games: 18

Key Word: Pale

POV: Shiloh Break, District 11

Pale

I looked down at the body before me, a tear escaped from my eye. I tried to hide the feeling of sadness overflowing. I pushed a brown lock of hair from her face. She blinked weakly.

"Don't worry Rose. You can make it... Please…"I whispered. She was barely breathing. Her face was so pale it was a deathly white. The only brightness came from her blue eyes.

She had been wounded badly by a knife. She was my partner, my friend.

"Please don't die…"I cried, rocking her limp head in my lap.

It was too late…