About a bread later, a bottle of newly pressed orange juice and a stake I sit in the sofa and look out at the landscape passing by me. Mountains and woods pass by me, and they make me miss home. They make me miss the times me and Jeramy had together before all this happened. I remember that time when Jeramy was trying to make a snare, to catch an animal. Not because we needed the money or the food, but just because he wanted to prove to me that he had the skills he would need in the games. After an hour of waiting and looking at his hands working he finally held up his finished product. It looked like something a 5 year old would make, but I didn't laugh. We say behind a rock for 4 hours that day.
"Let's go home." I had told him, but he refused, and after 5 minutes a small rabbit jumped into his trap.
"I told you it would work!" He screamed, and I laughed.
"I'm sorry." Her steps into the room
"Why?" I ask. The anger from before returns to my body. I get up and walk over to him. He holds out his arms, like he expects me to hug him. I slap him on the face. Jeramy's face is filled with shock. I don't think he's angry at me.
"I hated you!" I scream at him. I feel the salty tears streak down my cheeks
"You hated me?" There's no emotion in his voice. Numbness fills his body.
"Yes, I hated you. How do you ever think that I could be happy about this?"
"I don't know, I didn't think."
"Well you could have!" I don't have anything more to say to him. Walking away is the only thing I can do, before I slap him again.
I walk to a small cabin on the train. It doesn't have any furniture, but it was a target. I close the door, and pick up the knifes from the floor. Not exactly knifes. Star shaped blades. Grey and sharp, glistening in the small stripes of sun that manages to come through the window. I hold the first blade in my hand. After a few deep breaths I raise my hand and throw it at the target. It hits a little outside the middle circle.
"Closer." I mumble to myself. Every time I throw a blade it hits closer to the real target. After an hour or so all the knifes hit the middle circle. Someone knocks on the door. I don't answer. I just hear the door open, and Claudia's big blue head peeks in
"It's time."
"Time for what?" I ask, with a hint of anger in my voice.
"Time too get off the train silly."
"What is I don't want to?"
"Do you want the peacekeepers to drag you out of here?" The offer sounds tempting, but I go with Claudia to the exit door. I look down at myself. My once pretty braid is completely ruined, so I let my long blonde hair out and it hangs like curtains over my shoulders. My yellow dress has some red marks on it. One of the times I was going to throw the blades it slipped, and I cut myself. I didn't notice the blood though, because or else I would have cleaned myself a little better.
"You ready?" Jeramy asks me. I don't answer and just look at him.
"You can't stay mad at me forever you know. I'm your best friend."
"Why couldn't you have just stayed at home?" I ask
"Because I can't let someone I love case their own death alone." I don't know how to react. He admitted to something, and I don't think I'm ready for that. Before I can think of an answer the doors open, and I hear the roar of the Capitol.
