When The Canary Sings

All My Love and Forever Yours.

First Person Point of View: Becca Blue: 

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Peeta painted a picture of Rue.

Katniss hung Seneca Crane.

"And what did you do?" Haymicth asked, waving his knife at me.

"...I blew stuff up." I admit, and Haymitch presses the heels of his palms into his eyes, while Effie gasps. Katniss eyes me and smirks, and so does Peeta. After that, the conversation really blew up, between arguments between allies and a crying Effie...things got awkward. The rest of dinner was silent.

"Let's go watch the scores." Peeta suggests, and we all crowd around the Tv. I sit next to Ophelia who holds my hand as tight as she can without breaking a bone.

Katniss, Peeta and I all make Hunger Games history by scoring twelves.

"Why'd they do that?" I ask quietly, looking at my red hair on the screen.

"So the others will have no choice but to target you." Haymitch says flatly, and I feel my stomach drop to my knees and my heart leap into my throat. It's not his words that scare me, no, it's his tone. Uncaring and cold, like when I first met him. Had he given up on us already? "Go to bed. I can't stand to look at any of you." Haymitch growls, proving my question. The three of us ride and walk to our bedrooms. Katniss and Peeta sleep together, and I sleep alone. 

No mentor, no allies, no friends, no nothing. 

When I wake up, I start to get dressed for the last bit of training. The coaching. Walking in heels and practicing questions, but Darius comes in with sad eyes and hands me a card. Since I can already handle my own in the performance part....the coaching sessions have been canceled.

So they really have given up on us.

I swallow thickly and look up with a smile. "Well, that just means the day to myself. Great. Wonderful. Amazing." I say, but I can tell through Darius' eyes, he doesn't believe anything I'm saying. I give him a quiet nod, and he steps forward and quickly hugs me. I only return it for a second before pushing him away, giving him a quick shake of my head. He must not know about the cameras everywhere yet.

He gives me a curt nod, and leaves.

I leave my room very carefully, not wanting to run into anyone I didn't have to. Both Haymitch and Effie were gone, and none of the stylists were here either. Just me alone. I'm pretty sure I heard Katniss and Peeta go to the roof earlier, so it really is just me alone. I skip breakfast and head straight for my guitar.

I plop down on my couch and start to strum. Trying to figure out what I should sing tomorrow night. My final performance. I try to pick the lyrics that would really move the crowd. Maybe, if I could, get them to stop the games. I'm sure that's what everyone else is going to do, say anything and everything to dry and stop them.

Did the crowd want to hear about heartbreak? I could give them heartbreak:

"And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want,

just not home

And you can aim for my heart,

go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones."

Did they want all my insecurities and sorrows poured out onto one page? I could give them that too:

"Yeah, I'm so scared of my guitar