I knew it wouldn't last long. We have finally reached the end of my story. And we should have seen it coming.
We should have known that the capitol would know about us. About how they were tricked. And that there would be consequences.
I should have seen it coming when Gale was whipped in the town square. But none of us put two and two together. At least not until it was too late.
Peete had helped Katniss take Gale back to her home, so that they could help him recover. He had told me to go back to his house, where I had been living the past few months. Maybe that was what had set the Capitol off. I guess we would never truly know.
I had walked into the house and went into the kitchen to see if there was anything I could bring to Katniss that would help her with her care. I knew something was off as soon as I walked in. There was something in the air, you could say. I wanted to shrug it off, but there was just something that made me stop and stay still.
I realized it all too late. That I was next. But they wouldn't stop at simple embarrassment and injury. I turned to leave, but was stopped in my tracks. There was a man in the kitchen. I hadn't even heard him come in. He had his face covered, and he was in black. I backed up a step, but he just followed me, so I waited in the middle of the kitchen for him to finish his journey to me.
I looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but an endless void of nothing. There was no reasoning with someone who had no reason. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and looked down. He had stabbed me.
There was no saving me. He was well trained and must have nicked something important, because I was suddenly very dizzy, and in so much pain.
He pulled the dagger he used out, and I fell onto the floor. I knew that I had to stop the blood, to cover the wound, but I couldn't move my arms. All I could see was the ceiling. The only coherent thought I could think of was Peeta.
He was right across the street. Right there. And I couldn't get to him. I was dying in the middle of our kitchen floor, and he didn't know.
After this hit me, I managed to move my arms. I cover my wound with one hand, and drag myself up with the other. I move myself back onto a floor cabinet, and lay there, breaths shallow.
I face the doorway to the kitchen, and can see the exact moment the man leaves. He looks back only once, for what, I'm not sure. He opens the front door and pauses only once. The view from this angle is one I never knew we had. I can see Katniss's house from here. Right there, across the street. The only thing that kept me holding on was the fact that I didn't want Peeta to open the door, and find me already dead.
After the man walks down the steps, I see what made him pause. Peeta was standing in Katniss's doorway, and he now saw me, bleeding on the floor. He paled, and raced over, sliding onto the floor as he got closer.
Before I could get a word out, the edges of my vision started to blur. Nothing was in focus. Peeta was saying something, but I couldn't hear him clearly. I was dying. And then the world went black.
The End
