CHP 1.
Could hell possibly be worst than this? I doubt it. I could laugh at the devil right now. I hope Katniss is better than me – all covered in mud, wounded, unable to defend myself. Of course she is. She's smart and now that she has the bow and arrows, she holds an advantage over the others. She could kill me easily right now – actually, she could've killed me anytime; I was never much of an opponent against her. If I could choose I would rather she was the one to kill me. At least she wouldn't do it in a sadistic way…
Who am I kidding? I just want to see her. Even if it costs me my life. Yes, I would give my life for her. My life always belonged to her. All my injuries – specially the painful gash in my leg – are worth it if it meant saving her life. I wish she understood how much she means to me. She knows, but she doesn't understand. I hope she know that I didn't betray her. That I only joined the careers to make sure they didn't hurt her.
I wish she was here with me right now. I wish that just once – before my life slips away – I could caress her face, her lips… that I could hold her in my arms, protect her from any harm. Or, that in the contrary, she would hold me in hers, so that I could finally feel safe from the brutalities of this world.
… I wonder if I'll make it through the night.
