I wait their, no one around me, my bow amd arrows steady ready throw, my eyes focuse in the target. ready.... steady.....my lips pressed against the string, MY arm begins to shake but I keep holding that bow waiting for the moment.  The moment of truth but nothing... nothing ... comes. Its gone. 

"PEETA" I call out. nothing. 

I listen for anything but yet no response. I should go. No its to dagerous.  I think for a minute worried, I kept repeating, peeta is fine peeta is fine. 

No he is not
He the one