Reflections of a Dying Flower

July 19, 2010
By Rosina PLATINUM, Ann Arbor, Michigan
Rosina PLATINUM, Ann Arbor, Michigan
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I struggle to keep my eyes from closing, trying to take in one last scene of beauty before I fade away. Shafts of sunlight stretch through the trees, and to my right a patch of vivid wildflowers grows. Katniss's tear-streaked face hovers over me, and I breathe out one last exhausting word as the horrible pain in my stomach crashes over me.

"Sing."

Music- it's my life, my joy, my one escape and now my last request. What else can I ask for? Through the empty bellies, the backbreaking work of Harvest Time, the poverty and injustice of life, singing has kept me alive. It softens the blows, makes things a little easier to handle. Music, it's the one thing of beauty my family can afford. I sing arias to the mockingjays, folk tunes to the flowers, ballads to the crops. I chirp lullabies in a clear soprano to calm my little sisters when they cry out from hunger pangs. And you know, I could swear it makes the crops grow faster, brings peace to the thin innocent faces of Poppy and Clover and Marigold. Music soothes; it heals.

Only now, as Katniss's lovely alto voice grows less clear and the world blurs to static around me, I know not even music can save me.

The author's comments:
This is written from the perspective of Rue as she dies. All of the characters mentioned (though I made up the names of Rue's sisters)were created by the brilliant Suzanne Collins for her Hunger Games trilogy, and I do not own any of them (although I wouldn't mind owning Gale :) ).

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on Sep. 21 2011 at 10:08 pm
kaleidoscope_girl BRONZE, Decherd, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"You gotta put up with the rain to see the rainbow." (unknown)

Beautiful, I've looked everywhere for something about Rue.




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