Prolouge: Death

It happened so fast I didn't see him coming. The boy from District 1 had me in his trap. How could I been so blind not to see his trap? I struggled to break free but it was no use.

"Katniss!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. I hope she could hear me. I prayed she could. The boy from District 1 had a long rusty metal spear in his right hand. My eyes widen and my heart was beating frantically and again I called out for Katniss.

But it was too late.

As soon I saw the first glimpse of Katniss body emerging from the bushes, arrow and bow aimed and ready, I felt an unbearable pain in my stomach. I yelled out in pure agony. The tears in my eyes blurred my vision.

Then I felt a pair warm hand pulling me out of the vine net. She came. Katniss came for me. I knew I was dying. Funny really, Katniss said that she wanted me to win the Games but now she had to win.

"Katniss don't leave me." I cry as she looked ahead, searching for any other tributes.

"No. Never." She replied, now close beside me, her face masked with dirt and blood. I wanted her to win. She had to win the Hunger Games. The spear in my stomach gave my searing pain. It spread through my core, I could hardly move. Even worse yet, it didn't go all the way through.

"You have to win." I choked out, my breathing turning into gasps.

"I will, for the both of us." She tells me, her soft, gray eyes misty with tears. It wasn't long before we were sitting in silence, crying for each other.

"Sing." I commanded. This being my last request. Nodding, Katniss sung.

Deep in the Meadow

Under the Willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise

Here it's safe, and here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet, and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

As she continued to sing, I became calm, my heart rate slowing. At last I let my eyes slip, my last vision of Katniss crying over me, singing a song of pure beauty. I will never forget those last words:

Here is the place where I love you.