I'm sorry.
I know the minute I killed that District 2 girl that he would find me. I knew he was going to track me and kill me. I'm glad I killed her.
Twelve years old is not very old. Too young to die. The Girl On Fire, that's what they call her, said that she buried you in flowers and sang to you until you died. She was your friend. I let her live. A life for a life.
I don't know you. Didn't know who you were until we met at the reaping. We are kin. We are born from the dirt and grit of District 11 and we could have won. We would have been champions to our people. I let you down.
On the train ride you told me you were the eldest child. I hope they didn't watch you die, like what my family is about to do. Your eyes would light up when you talked about your home, as if the pain from our district was more a pest than anything. You were strong.
I ran at the beginning. I made sure I kept as far away from you as possible. I didn't want to be the one to kill you. I was selfish. I was scared.
I hope that wherever you are, that you are happy. That there aren't any peacekeepers. There aren't any starving people. There isn't suffering.
I'm sorry.
Okay, how about people don't review? Since you guys don't review whenever I ask you to, maybe you guys will review when I tell you not to... Seriously, two hundred views, six (now seven!) chapters, and only two reviews! :( Ahh.
Anyways, obviously, this is Thresh to Rue. I loved Thresh in the the book, and I believe that his actor (forgot his name, and I don't feel like looking it up!), really did a good job. Me gusta? Haha.
Until later.
xoxo