I get out of bed early, since I didn't sleep at all last night. I'm so scared. I never took in that I could very well die. Only in the beginning. Finnick said I would live and I just believed it. Stupid. There's nothing I can do now. I slowly get dressed, my legs shaking. They've been doing that all night. I don't want to die. I'm only 17. Then again there's 12 year old's that deserve to live more than I do. They're so young and innocent. They don't deserve this. None of us do. We all should get to see another day. Though some of us won't. I should have thought more of this instead of messing around with Finnick. I regret it.

I keep struggling to do anything this morning. I keep dropping things and I'm really jumpy. Michael seems to have the same problem. He's drinking coffee and has dark eye circles. I sigh and sit with him. I pour myself coffee and he looks up before shaking his head. I wonder what he's thinking. Of course he's thinking about the games idiot.
We stay quiet until they push us into the elevator, straight to the plane. This lady comes and asks for my arm. I give in and am feeling really depressed. I gasp when a sharp pain shoots through my arm. Tears are brimming my eyes.
"What was that" I whisper
"Your tracker" she replies in a robot-like voice. I nod and watch as the plane darkens. We're almost there. I feel like crying but keep myself from doing so. I can't cry now. I reach my hand out for Michael and he grabs it a bit too fast. I squeeze his hand to reassure him. Reassure myself. I take a deep breath as the plane slows down. I look at Michael who is so pale he looks like a dead corpse. I close my eyes and think of my family. I keep happy thoughts until the other tributes stand up and soon I'm doing the same. I try to steady my legs but fail.

When I walk into the room I see my stylist. He puts on my outfit.
"Based on these clothes, the arena is going to be very cold." I nod and wrap him in a hug. He returns it and looks me in the eyes before saying, "Best of luck"
He leaves the room and Finnick barges in afterwards. He pins me against the cylinder and starts kissing me.
"60 seconds" I try to pry him off of me, but he stays firm.
"30 seconds" He keeps kissing me.
"20 seconds" I finally push him off.
"As nice as this is, its not the right time"
"Yeah sure" he gives me another make out and shoves his tounge in my mouth.
"5 seconds" He pushes me in the cylinder and it shuts quickly. He mouths I love you. He looks at me with sadness in his eyes. Great. That could be my last memory of Finnick. Though I do love Finnick, that was kind of gross. And he could've told me sooner that he loved me. I'm not even sure what type it is. Could it be as a sister or as more than a friend. I'm so confused.

The cylinder reaches the top and I shiver at the cool breeze. It's definately a frozen wasteland. I squint at the brightness. I look around until I see Michael. I look at him and he meets my gaze. He nods his head towards the frozen forest and then at the trees. I nod knowing to meet him there. I was so busy looking at Michael I didn't realize the counting had started.
"5,4,3,2,1. Ladies and gentlemen, the 72nd annual hunger games"
The blaring sounds and my legs are running. In a second my mind meets up with my body and I'm focused. I have my eyes set on the knives and the holsters. I quickly attach the holster to my pants and shove about 20 knives in there. I take more in my hand and start running before I drop one. I duck to pick it up as an arrow flies over my head. In that moment I forget the knife and keep running before I'm tackled to the ground. Its district two's Alana.
"I've always wanted to do this" she grabs her axe and is about to lodge it in my skull before a spear hits her in the center of her her head. I look to see Brandon with the spear. What is happening? I gave him a confused look when he just shrugs. I start running and make it to the forest. I dont see Michael so I climb a tree when a pebble hits my head. I look to see Michael. He smiles and shows me he got a hold of a trident. Then I see a little 12 year old walking scared in the forest. She's shivering and is flinching at the slightest movement. I see Michael raise a trident to kill her and I throw a piece of bark at him. I shake my head no and jump down. Here goes nothing.

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-Krystal