Final Good-byes[D11F & M Tributes][Open]

I can’t believe this is happening. I vowed to myself that this would not happen. I will NOT be a bloodthirsty killer! The Capitol is going to pick pieces of flesh off of me, containing them in glass jars until I’m not my own person anymore. What a monster they will make of me. I never thought I would miss District Eleven as much as I do right now, and I’m still in it. My fists are as red as a tomato from banging it against the wall numerous times. HA! I should try and commit suicide with myself before I go into the arena, and then my family won’t have to watch me suffer. They would make my family suffer, though. I’d rather have myself killed and tore apart then poor Rue, or even my mother or father. Imagine what they’re going through right now. Cling, clang, the dog chained necklace goes as my fingers play around the chain, caressing the encrusted ’Live Like You’re Dying’, a motto I’ve been following my whole entire life. My token.

I’m still playing with my necklace when my abnormally large attention span is turned to Taylor Muncie, my district partner. It was just a coincidence that we happened to be friends. The Capitol did not reap that on purpose. No, just a pure coincidence. I cannot imagine how poor Hunter is taking it right now. We’re friends, if I can say so. I will try and win, although I can’t say if I will. If I don’t win, I hope Taylor wins. She deserves it. Many other people have had practice with skills you’d need in the arena, while lil’ old me. Picking out flaws of myself is something I often enjoy to do a lot. Strengths: Strong, can handle a knife semi-well. Weaknesses: Pretty much everything else. Yeah, I won’t make it out.

I press my ear to the door, faintly hearing the deep voice of a peacekeeper ordering some sort of instructions to another person. Not sure who the person is, or what the instructions were, I press my ear harder the door then before, but eventually the door opens and slams my head into the wall. A crying girl almost slams her body into mine, hugging so tightly I may not be able to breathe. Reluctantly, I pull my arms around the emotional girl as well. I’m not so sure what I am doing, until I recognize the wailing girl as my sister. “Rue!” I shout loudly, and because she’s crying, I feel a couple of tears coming down my face, too. I’m not crying as hard as she is, though. I stroke her bright red hair with my hands, missing her more then ever, although she is right in front of me. It’s hard to think, that I will be sent away from the family I grew with my whole life. I look up to see my teary faced parents as well, smiling, trying to hide their emotions. But, I knew, deep down inside, that they were bawling, their oldest child, on his last reaping in his entire life, got reaped.

I let go of Rue, but I know she is trailing shortly behind me. I look down at my father’s shoes, a bit afraid to see his course face. “I’m sorry.” Slips out of my mouth, and I don’t exactly know what I’m saying. I’m too shocked right now, to see my family right in front of me, in the place I’d never thought I’d see them in. The Justice building, the only place where you can find elegant velvet rugs and love seats, chandeliers hanging high above your head, glowing as bright as the night sky. Ripred knows how much money was spent on this place, and how they could afford it. “Listen to me.” He says, grabbing me by the shoulders. I look him straight into his hazel eyes, trying to search for something. “Try to win. I’m not naïve, I won’t get mad if you don’t win. I’ll be sad, depressed, perhaps.” He takes a breath, and continues. “Just try to win. If you can’t, then I’ll know you tried.” He lets go of the tight grip on my shoulders, and I nod, to let him know that I’ll try my best. I won’t pick up a sword and learn how to swing one around, first. I’ll learn skills that will actually help me in the arena. Like medicinal plants.

When it comes time for my mother, she just hugs me and tells me good luck. She’s always been a simple person. A Peacekeeper peaks in and tells us time is up. Almost in unison, my family takes 1 finger on their left hand, 1 finger on their right, and cross them together. A sign in District 11 to say good luck. I nod my head multiple times, wiping a few tears which are sprouting in my eyes, and the peacekeeper escorts them out.

I sit down on the soft, red velvet couch, and wait for anymore surprises that may effect my life.