Deep in the Mud

OK!  I had little time to write because I was in the arena; everything happened so fast.  Day 1, the runner for my life, the allies I had to do to ensure my survival and keep Katniss safe.  Now, I am in the mud, wounded and hopeless, and she has found me! So, while I am too weak to talk. I think about what I  wish to post in my diary, and here it is. 

I should be dead. I should have bled out in the stream after Cato cut me down. But Katniss found me. She risked herself to help me.

I lay in the mud for days, thinking it was the end. I had accepted it. And then, suddenly, she was there, pressing her fingers to my forehead, her voice pulling me back. She kissed me. Was it real? Or was it just for the cameras?

I want to believe it’s real, but I can’t afford to. None of this is real. We are just players in the Capitol’s game. But still… when she looks at me, tends to my wounds, and holds my hand in the cave, I feel like I belong somewhere.

I don’t care if I die, but I can’t lose her. She has to win. Even if I must let her go, I will ensure she gets out of here alive.