A/N: Thanks too Kalikawolf helping me write this chapter had writers block for like 50 million years :).
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I wake lying in bed the sheets soft just as I remember them. I try and sit up but some sort of restraining band must be around my waist stopping me from getting up. I sigh letting my arm fall limply at my side. I stay in this positon untill a mousy haired avox boy walks in carrying a small silver tray. I take it from him smiling. He nods and leaves the room silently. I look down at the tray now resting on my lap expecting a feast but I discover a small bowl of broth and a glass of water. "Is this all a get" I say to the camera in the corner of the room. However when I start eating its clear my stomach has shrunk from my time in the arena. I look down at it now all my ribs are showing. I cant have been the skinny in the arena not after all I ate in the capitol. But after all the interviews dont start intil a few days after.
After eating my food I start of undo the buckle which is helping pin me too the bed but do a liquid runs down a tube attached to my arm and knocks me out. This happens god knows how many times untill I am finally woken without the the tube in my arm and able to move around.
I clamber out of bed wobbling slightly as I put weight on my legs. At the foot of my bed clothes same as the ones I wore in the arena. I shudder at the thought all I want to do is forget the games. I resist throwing the clothes across the room and instead I put them on. I look around for the door which is in the corner of the room. Walking through it I end up in a wide deserted hallway. I run down the hallway in an attempt to find someone. Anyone. I turn down... an empty corridor. Damn it. Then I hear it, a loud whisper. "what if he finds out?" "oh, let him. He's got another two years to go before that happens, and anyway, all careers want this, it gives them more money, that's all they want, their greedy" a voice whisper yells in a capitol accent. Really? careers are greedy? look at yourselves. District's three, and above (not including four) are starving because of lack of training, which they can't afford since they have a smaller amount of victors that are just trying to forget the horrible things they had to do to get the money they have. I mean look at Haymich Abernathy, he's a drunk. He could easily afford to feed more children in district twelve, and give them a better shot, but he just wants to forget. Like me.
"Come on. He must be suspicious by now. an avox just alerted me that he's left the hospital bed he was in. We have to be quick, and maybe, get rid of his little 'friend' back home so that he has no emotional ties or guilt for what he will be doing." WHAT?!?!? I know I'm beautiful but I will never leave my beloved Casey. She'd go completely insane without me, and I know that. I need to get home, and hold Casey in my arms. Hear amber and Ash arguing over who's turn it is to do bread duty. One of Jade's sarcastic comments. But most of all, Casey is all I want. Her laugh, her eyes, her gorgeous blonde hair, and her velvety voice that soothes me everyday. I want her. Nobody could ever replace her. I hear the door click. Theta and Eunia walk out of the room, and I rush behind a corner before they see me. They're the one's plotting this? but there sooooooo annoying. with them in two years? No way in hell.
