8This was the theory I had about what happened to Bonnie and Twill when reading Mockingjay.
I tried to break up the story into paragraphs of six lines but I failed so forgive me for the format.
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With my eyes shut tight, I try with all my ability to warn Katniss. In my erratic state of mind I believe that if I try hard enough she will hear my thoughts and she will be saved.
Katniss hear me,
We made it to 13, we did.
Starving, weak and ill, we stumbled to the front of the gate.
Where the birds chirped and the sun shone.
Only, my body was too weak and gave in.
Blackness overcame and I could hear the birds no more.
I awoke in darkness.
My hands were bound behind my back.
I could feel the warmth of a body beside me
I tried to call out but my mouth was taped.
My muffled screams were met with Twills.
We sat in darkness for far too long.
When the light appeared, so did the pain.
We were doused in water and forced to speak.
We told them all we knew.
We told them everything about Katniss Everdeen,
The girl who saved us in the woods.
They need you Katniss but they don't need us.
Now we kneel in front of a crowd.
Dressed in peacekeepers uniforms they boo us.
The president speaks of us as capitol scum.
Guns are pointed at our heads.
Our time is up, we were wrong.
We were so wrong.
She knows we are not from the capitol.
She knows what happened in 8.
She knows we escaped.
She sees the ill fitting uniforms.
She sees our unlikeness as peacekeepers.
She sees our surrender.
She knows, she sees, yet she lies.
Now we kneel in front of a crowd.
A crowd gathered to witness the execution.
The execution of peacekeepers.
The execution of enemies.
The execution of us.
With guns pointed at our heads, no minutes left to spare
I know we were wrong.
We were wrong about 13.
These are not the people to save us.
These are the people who sit by and watch as 12 districts die.
We were wrong.
And now our time is up.
Please Katniss hear me,
Do not come to District 13.
Do not trust these people.
Do not trust this place.
It's where hope comes to die.