The Boy With The Bread

Two Plietes Instead of One

When I saw her pick that Dandelion, I knew I would never forget her red dress against the flower, brushing the brown of her left braid.
Now I see her walking up the platform to her death sentence... I can't imagine what she is thinking about.
I wait for the light headed one and only Effie Trinket to pluck out the name of another helpless boy...
"Peeta Mellark..." The name sound familiar as I glance around to see who he is. No one moves. Then I realise... It's me. Everyone stares at me, the peacekeepers grab my arms and escort me to the front. No escape.
I shoot a look at Katniss, at least she will have a chance... Me, if I die, not even a whole 2 people will care.
I can see that her hair isn't in its usual one braid, but in another form showing the detail in her face, how beautiful she is. At least she might be the last thing I see.

When we walk up to our rooms, only my Mum comes to say goodbye. Not Dad.
"She's a fighter, that one... District 12 might finally have a winner." She says blankly. My mind turns to the thought of her killing me or vice versa. If I do end up having to kill her, I will make sure it is not painful.

There's only one problem with that theory... how do you kill someone you care for? How do you kill someone you love?... Either way, I will never manage to kill her...