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It has been 7 years since Flynn and I had won our games. Flynn is 20,and I'm 19 now, we both live in the capitol apartments. Every once in a while London, Roman, Flynn and I would spend a week at my parents home in 12. Snow said the people found us desirable. So he would sell us both, from time to time, on random weekends, we would be sent to the buyers house. Besides the torture that we went through with that we were always at the Capitol.
I don't ever watch the games when they are on, instead I go to Camillas grave and put a flower on it, the same flower Flynn and I put around her in the arena. Then I spend the rest of the week with Flynn.
Flynn and I have been through a lot together. I love him. But I know we can't ever be together, not now at least, because once Snow knows your weakness that's when he strikes.
The games should be a day or two in by now when London bursts through my door "Did you see?" She asks me "If you're talking about the games no I didn't. You know I don't watch it" I tell her "No yes, yes I know but look" she tells me as she walks over turning on my tv
She pulls up a channel then clicks on it. "Look watch. Her stylist, one of my dearest friends. He gave her a mockingjay pin. Look see?" She asks me as videos play of the girl "Yeah do you think?" I start to ask "That the rebellion will get fueled again? Yes" she answers me "Is she still alive?" I ask her "Yes she is. Kattnis Everdeen, 17 years old. Volunteered in place of her sister. She uses a bow and arrow as her weapon." She tells me "Volunteered huh. Well if she wins, the rebels might just regain even more hope" I tell her "Let's hope so" she smiles
Night had fallen and I finally get myself in bed. I fall asleep fast but I am also quickly awaken by dreams, no not dreams. Nightmares
Flashes of each tribute flood my head
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight.
Nine.
Ten.
Then Camilla flashes in front of my eyes. I watch in slow motion as the knife strikes her chest.
Then my parents, I watch as I slowly rise up not being able to stop their death.
"You killed us!" The tributes yell walking towards me "You could've kept me alive if you had just tried harder!!" Camilla yells at me "If you didn't volunteer to protect your friends your only family left would still be alive!!" My parents yell at me as they all take a step closer and closer "No no no no! I didn't- I'm sorry- I couldn't" I start to cry "No! No!" I scream as I watch all the hands reach for me
