I don't remember anything after that. All I remember is pain, and seeing a white light. What feels like a few hours later I wake up on a really soft bed with Rue, the girl with the fox face, and the girl from 3 standing over me. Rue is brushing my hair back softly trying to soothe me, Foxface is rubbing a damp towel around my forehead and cheeks, and the girl from three is drawing a bath for me.
"What in the-" I stop what I am saying and sit up abruptly. I pull my shirt down to right under my right collar bone searching for knife wound, but all I find is skin, fresh skin.
"Oh, I get it." I start, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, "I'm dreaming." I finish and look at them. As if done before and well practiced, they all shake their heads in unison. I look at them, exasperation on my face and confusion in my head.
Rue walks over to be and jumps up onto my bed. She holds my right hand in both of hers that are substantially smaller as she searches for what to say.
"This is heaven," she starts, already making no sense to me, "But not regular heaven, well, I guess regular heaven, but we have our own special place just for us-"
"-us?" I ask, interrupting her.
"The tributes of the 74th Hunger Games. Every year has their own place, and this is ours," She says, gesturing around her, "Well part of it at least. We each have our own bedroom. This is mine and yours is still being built." She finishes and looks at me with a sweet smile that could make anyone melt. They are all smiling. At me.
"You guys aren't mad at all?" I ask, vey confused.
"At you?" the girl from 3 asks, "Its so much better up here, we have all of the food we could ever need, no one tries to hurt us, ever. My name is Rebekah by the way." She finishes and grins at me.
"People never want to be in the games," Rue starts, "But they certainly would if they knew what lies ahead for them after they die in it. Everything we could ever need is here. And no we aren't mad at you or Cato or marvel or-"
"-Cato's here?" I interrupt her, overwhelmed by my excitement to see him.
Rue giggles softly and I can't help but smile at the sound of her laugh. "Yes he is," I feel a smile creep onto my face, "and he is not mad at you either." She finishes a grin of sincere happiness for me wipes across her face. She is so hauntingly beautiful. I can't believe that I let Marvel kill her.
I run over to her and hug her, her little body light and feathery in my hands. "I'm so sorry." I whisper in her ear. She pulls back and smiles and I know I'm forgiven.
"All of you, I am so sorry." I say and look at all of them.
I am surprised by their sincerity when they say that they forgive me.
"Now," Rebekah begins, "Go find Cato before your head pops off." She is giggling. They all are. They are all happy. It feels like magic. I run over and give her a quick hug before I am racing out the door.