Reignition - The 4th hunger games book.

Chapter 6

I lie awake for most of the night dreading having to go back to the Capitol. I keep thinking that it will bring back memories for Peeta and cause the much hated flashbacks to return. He hasn't had one in over three years now. The last time he had one, resulted in Rosie being thrown to the floor. We were watching the TV when a tribute to the dead victors came on. I quickly turned it off, but of course Peeta had already seen it. He had a three year old Rosie on his knee. I heard the thump and turned to see rose on the floor crying. I went to comfort her but i could see the vacant look on Peetas face. His eyes were black and I knew what had happened. I sat next to him and digged my nails into his wrists. 'Go away katniss, I'LL HURT YOU, i CAN'T CONTROLL MYSELF' I calmly stood by and he eventually came out of the flashback. He held me close. 'Did I hurt you? wheres Rosie, is she okay?'. Of course she was fine, a few scratches and brusies. Peeta never forgave himslef.

I do not want a repeat of this again.I hear a knock at the door. Its six in the morning. How could they be here this soon? I pull on my robe and walk down stairs to the front door. I open it to find my old prep team staring back at me with a grin on all of their faces.

' Oh Katniss, you have let yourself go. Look at those eyebrows!' Octiva exclaims as she grabs my face in her hands and stairs at the hair on my face.

' its nice to see you too' I laugh as I hug them all. Each goes past me and into the kitchen. Behind them is a tall man, with dark skin and braided hair.

' Hi my name is Tiger' The man says ' You can call me Ti, I'm your stylist for this whole event' I stick my hand out politley but his just pulls me in and gives me a kiss on each cheek. He walks on past me into the house with the others.

I had forgotton what it felt like to be hairless. The prep team have waxed me, plucked me, trimed my hair, scrubed my body raw and applied scents to my skin. Ti has told me that the cameras will be following us right from the! moment we step out of the house, untill we get back from the capitol.

' I need to go and pack Ti' I say as he makes the final alterations to my hair and make-up.

' Oh no darlin', I think not, you and your family will be wearing clothing designed by me and Cinna' I react to the sound of his name. Even though I have named my child after him, It still feels strange to hear about the actual man himself.

'But, h-how?' I stutter. His clothing designes were beauiful, he never failed to impress me. But how could Ti design clothing with a man who has been dead for over ten years?

' He designed a lot of clothes for you when you were on your victory tour, I have just made a few alterations to the ones that were unworn, and i have made clothing from his sketches that were found in his personal belongings, dont worry, They are comfortable and beautiful, your going to love them'

Ti has dressed me in a beautiful knee length floral dress and small red heels. I look sexy, yet sophisticated. I look in the mirror and yet again my team have amaised me. I look stunning. My skin is flawless, my hair is silky and falls in neat little curls. I don't look like a mother, I look like the sixteen year old girl who was going to fight to the death. Ti gives me a handbag to finish off the look, even though its empty. I deside to fill it with a few personal bellongings. I take the pearl that Peeta gave to me in the arena, the locket of my mother and prim on one side, and Peeta and the children on the other. I had the picture swapped as Gale is no longer in my life. I also take a blue hair ribbon from Rosie's room, It used to be her auntie Prim's. That will cover the 'something borrowed and something blue' part of the rhyme. I throw in some other things that I like to have when i need comforting. I zip up my bag and sigh.

I take the first few steps down the stairs and take a deep breath as i ready myself for my life to change, yet again.