An Inescapable Fate[Motel's Death post]

It’s funny how quickly things end. Time flies when you are having fun, or at least that’s what everyone always says. You never expect your life to end so fast. You never think about your friend’s life being cut short, stunted of all its possibilities. Yet it happens to twenty three teenagers every year.
For some reason those kids are always surprised to find themselves dying.
Whatever it is, hope or stupidity, that gets them to their final battlefield in the Games there’s always that moment of shock when the young life realizes that they will no longer be one but an early death. The same can be said for Motel Hunt, who so foolishly dragged himself through a few days before collapsing in the grass his lungs full of blood instead of air. An odd tingling feeling lit up his eyelids and the boy wasn’t sure what to make of it. Did dying start at your eyes and go from there? Was he going blind right before dying so the constant darkness would not bother him as much?

Motel, like most people, knew little about dying. While he tried his best to suck in a last few breaths, his eyes slide over to his friend. Can you call someone you've known for maybe a little over a week a friend? Motel calls anyone who sticks around for longer than five minutes a friend, but there was a mutual alliance there. Any person who would fight alongside Motel and die alongside him was a friend. Motel never had many friends back home, but to have a kind face to look into as his last breath slipped from his lips was more than the boy could ever ask for.

If only Sam had been here. If only the three of them were together for this moment. Soon it won’t matter because, unless the boy from Ten had been lied to his whole life, they would all be together soon. If there is an afterlife and it won’t allow Motel to reunite with Erik and Sam then the tribute wants no part of it.

”We never got to see the moo cows, Erik….” the boy whispered and then he was gone. His body lie just where it had before but the personality inside had vanished. The stupid, ridiculous boy from Ten who couldn't find his way out of paper bag, much less survive a Hunger Games had died. It was bittersweet for dying is never a happy occasion, but in the case of Motel Hunt it was meant to be. His life was meant to stop in the grass, cooled by the canopy of a tree with his friend right beside him.