I just came up with an idea: what is Rue thinking when she's dying? And how would the events all unfold? This is her point of view on how everything happened.

I had just lit the first two fires and was making my way to the third one. I heard a big explosion, an ear-deafening boom. It was Katniss's doing, I was sure of it. I just hoped she was okay; she was taking a big risk to blow up the Career's food.

She's not hurt. I know better. We'll meet up after I lit this third fireā€¦I kept walking, a little bit nervous; actually make that a lot nervous. I didn't like the Hunger Games. Not at all. It was selfish of me, I know, but everyday, I would think, "why me?" Out of any other girl, who had their name entered at least five times more than me, I was picked. Don't think like that Rue. I've got to do this. Katniss and I are allies. I opened my mouth and sang the four-note tune that meant I was okay. The mockingjay repeated it, ringing throughout the forest.

I heard a rustle in the bushes. A boy emerged; I think he was from District 1. He was holding something, something white, and it wasn't until it was too late before I realized what it was when it was thrown over me. I fought the mesh net, trying desperately to untangle myself. "Don't speak, and you won't get hurt." the boy threatened.

That was a lie. I could tell he would try to kill me. That's the point of the Hunger Games. The boy, I was sure he was from District 1 now, but I couldn't remember his name, pulled out a spear. I screamed. The boy laughed quietly, but I could still hear him. I felt the ground pound beneath me.

"Katniss! Katniss!" I screamed again. "Rue!" she yelled back, coming into view. The boy narrowed his eyes with determination, not expecting 'the girl who was on fire' to come. I was still struggling with the net, trying as hard as ever to untangle myself. "Rue! I'm coming!" Katniss called. "Katniss!" I just reached my hand through the net when he threw the spear and it made direct contact with my stomach, puncturing it.

He had no time to react before one of Katniss's arrows made its way into his neck. I watch him yank it out and drown in his own blood. "Are there more? Are there more?" Katniss shouts. I say no several times before she hears me. The blood was gushing out, staining the ground and the net red. Katniss hurries over and cuts the net with her knife, freeing me.

I watch her look at the spear, and at that moment we both know I can't be healed. I was scared. I didn't want to die alone. And this hurt more than ever I could imagine. I reach out my hand, wanting her to stay, and she holds it.

"You blew up the food?" I whisper. "Every last bit." she replies. "You have to win." I insist, knowing I want her to win even over my fellow tribute, Thresh. "I'm going to. Going to win for both of us now." Katniss promises, tears were welling up in her eyes. I hated to see her like this. It was now that I realize that Katniss was the only tribute that actually cared for me. Of course there was Thresh, but he kind of had to, being in the same District and all.

The cannon shot for the boy from District 1. "Don't go." I plead, gripping her hand tighter. "Course not. Staying right here." Katniss pulls my head onto her lap and strokes my hair. "Sing." I barely whisper the word; I knew my time was ending. I wanted to her one last time; wanting the last thing to remember is the sound of her voice. Katniss hesitates for a moment and then begins:

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your eyes

And when they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daises guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet

And tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

I sigh softly; the mockingjays would surely repeat her song. I could feel my heart beating faster than usual. The blood was still pouring, but it had slowed down.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray

Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again its morning, they'll wash away.

My breath was growing still. I felt peaceful and relaxed. Not like I was competing at the Hunger Games. I looked at her once more and closed my eyes, listening to the rest of the song.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daises guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet

And tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Thank you Katniss. I think before I give one more breath and slip away into the darkness.

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