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My mother is staying here for about a week or so, and Effie said she plans going back to the Capitol tonight. I still can’t fathom the fact that she did this for me. I mean after the fact that we kinda sorta got into an argument… She isn’t as Capitol-minded as I always thought she was. But she keeps on rambling on about everything else that has to be done for the wedding- like guest list (which won’t be long), food, décor, colors, the venue, and fucking chair coverings… Now I’m starting to worry. All of this makes my stomach turn. I mean, I just got my dress, that should be good enough for now… or today, at least.
“Your dress is very special, Katniss.” Effie says returning to my dress. “Not only because it looks striking on you, but this was the very last piece Cinna designed.” I instantly tear up. I never had the chance to say goodbye to him because he was taken away so quickly.
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“I’m still betting on you, Girl on Fire.” This is the last moment of sanity I have left. I wouldn’t even call this moment sane.
“10 seconds.” I feel so confined in the tube, the walls are closing in until I am secured in it. Something already seems off, and the Games haven’t even started yet. Peacekeepers charge in and throw Cinna against the tube. Blood flows from his nose, and there is no stopping the beating.
His limp body lays twitching on the ground, still taking a harsh beating.
“NO! CINNA! NO!” I cry as the platform is rising, taking me into the Arena. The last thing my salty eyes see before I am released into the Games, is Cinna’s limp body being carried out.
I just experienced my friend being beaten and now I am expected to compete in these tortuous Games.
Water is all that surrounds me, and I think to myself, “This is no place for a Girl on Fire.”
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“Katniss,” both Effie and my mother say in unison.
“Ya,” I barely get out.
“Are you alright,” my mother asks. I am conflicted on whether to lie and say yes or tell the truth and say no. It has been getting harder and harder to say yes because I really don’t feel okay.
“No,” I decide. Before my mom or Effie can say anything, I ask, “What did they do to him?”
After a long while, Effie speaks. “As you saw, they beat him, but he didn’t go then. The Peacekeepers took him to The Capitol’s prison. Snow ordered to see him a few weeks later, and gave him a choice.”
“Wh-what was the choice?”
“The choice was to either turn in the rebels and join Snow or don’t. Snow put a gun against his head-”
“Okay,” I cut Effie off, rather edgy. I get up from my chair, and I just start to panic. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m pacing up and down the stairs, my hands are shaking uncontrollably, and I feel like so sick…
“Katniss, you need to calm down,” my mother pleads.
“How? How can I- how can I calm down?”
“You are gonna work yourself up.” I go to pour myself a glass of water, but the pitcher slips out of my hand onto the floor. Glass shatters everywhere and the water crashes like a waterfall. I just simply fall to the ground and cry.
