Gale POV:

Everything starts to clear up and I see Catnip, I want to run to her but then I see her arrow fly towards me and then bam, I am shot right through my chest. I tumble to the floor and crash to the ground the impact shoots ripples of pain through me. I try to stand up but I can't the arrow has torn its way into my chest and stays there. Within the next twenty minutes I will cease to exist, be another lost tribute. Catnip runs towards me and stands by my side.

"Catnip, did... did you just shoot me?" I know the answer but I can't believe that it is true. It is more of a statement than a question.

"Gale I am so sorry I thought you were going to..." There are tears streaming down her face, but I don't care. I just want her gone.

"Get away from me, get away from me now. I thought you might be angry that we kissed but I never thought you would... you would kill me. Get away from me now. I don't want to see you when I die. I don't want to hate what I see when I die." I should feel something, heartbreak or betrayal or anything like that but instead I was feel wave after wave of pain, I can sense myself losing feeling in my body but I keep breathing, I have to keep breathing.

"Gale please you don't mean that..." Her tears run down her face and because she is leaning over me they gently drip onto my face, but after everything she has done since we got here, why should I care? She never even thanked me for saving Peeta's life. I have to make her pay.

"I SAID GO...NOW."

She runs from me, bawling her eyes out. I can't believe that she did this to me; she took my life away from me before she had to. I knew I was going to die in here, but not at her hands before she even needed me to die. I thought that she would have said that she couldn't do it and that she would rather die and that I would courageously raise a knife to my heart tell her that I always loved her and then I would die. That is how it should have been; she shouldn't have found it so easy. She found it all too easy. My top is now soaked in blood and I feel too weak to move, I know death is coming but I feel so angry with Katniss that I manage to say.

"It wasn't just once Peeta, it wasn't just one kiss." And now I know I am gone, far off in the distance I heard a cannon and then the last thing I saw was a hovercraft coming to collect me. My eyes shut and then there was nothing, not even pain, slowly I just felt myself lose all feeling and then there was nothing. And I was gone.

Katniss POV:

I run, and then when I am far away enough that he won't see me but close enough so I can see him. I watch as the life slowly escapes from his eyes but the hovercraft comes and the cannon fired. I think I saw him say something but I am too far away to hear him. The hovercraft collects him and he floats up into the sky, gone forever. I want to do something, but I know I can't so again I start walking.

I think through all the times I have spent with Gale, when I have seen him laugh and more often when I have seen him angry. I can't stop all the tears flowing but I can try to be happy. I think back to when we would go into the woods and there was nothing but us and the forest, there was no longer hunger; there was no longer all the pain and the deaths, there was just us the woods and our friendship. There is so much I would give to see him again, I would kill just to relieve a moment when we were in the woods, starve to hear him laugh and die to apologise for what I have done. I have been nothing but selfish since these Games started, I took every sacrifice he ever made for me for granted. He didn't enter these games to win, he entered to protect me, and I repaid that by killing him. How could I do that, and I did it so quickly I looked so heartless.

Maybe I am though, maybe I am heartless. Look at me, two people have died at my hands and more people will die if I plan to win. Like the rules say, twenty four go in one comes out. They never bother to say the one that comes out will be a cold-blooded killer; never say that the weight of twenty three people's deaths will forever be on your shoulders. I have killed two, so why not more? I have to win now because otherwise Gale died for nothing. I need to plan, there are four others left, both from two, the girl from four and the girl from five. I have to go down, back to the Cornucopia, to be in danger is my only option now.

I start to walk but then pain shoots through my leg. The adrenalin must've helped me ignore the pain because now it is excruciating. As if on cue, I hear a whistling noise behind me, a blue box accompanied by a white parachute floats down into my hands. I open it and inside a note reads (I know in the books there are no notes but I like the use of them in the film) 'Good thing I didn't send you arrow, H'. I think he is trying to cheer me up, but it won't happen. I don't know if I can ever be happy again after these games. How can anyone be happy after they have killed so many just for their own survival? I throw the note aside and opened the box that is inside, it contains one pill. One tiny little pill to fix everything, no one pill to build me back together. If it were to fix everything then I wouldn't be happy because to fix everything I would have to be happy. Right now, happiness is too greedy, too selfish.