Save Me

The beginning

I never had give much thought to how I would die. It was always a different ending, you see. Either I'd die in a mine explosion. Or The Hunger Games.
Turns out I was right. I'm about to die.
I'm in the 52nd Hunger Games. The boy from district 2 sprints toward me, a knife in each hand. I gasp and sprint away through the snow,trying to stay alive.
I hear the blade whistling in the wind. I make a sharp right. I trip over something.
A spear. I quickly grab the heavy object, hoping to stay alive.
Then I think about something.
I don't have anything to go home to. My father died. My mom hates me. I have no siblings.
Then I see the ring on my finger. See the black gemstone glistening and sparkling. See the silver band holding it in place.
Haymitch.
I see the boy come at me. He pushes me to the ground. I fall over. He attempts to stab me. He misses. I quickly jab the spear at his general area. It lodges itself deep into his chest. He falls to the ground beside me. "I'm sorry,"I whisper. I don't know why I say it.
He's not alive to here it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the fifty-second hunger games, Savannah McCarthy! Tribute of district 12!"