Fifty Days of Glimmer

Wake Up, Beautiful

"How did we get here? When I used to know you so well?"

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February 11 | 1:45 A.M.

Dear Glimmer,

Well, they're still playing the games now. They're on the part where you treated me on the cave, even though you had the worst Tracker Jacker stings. That stupid Lover Boy set us up. Insolent bastard. Weak and useless, just like the crap he bakes back in his worthless District. Ooh, sorry. Velvet just told me to shut the swearing. Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Glimmer. Anyway, I can't believe you went to the feast while I was sick! At least I leave my patient for necessary reasons. But then again, you needed to get my medicine. And I thank you for that. I don't really know how to repay you. I suppose visiting you ever day is already my payment?

Nevertheless, I owe you a debt for not mercy killing me.

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February 12 | 3:00 A.M.

Dear Glimmer,

Finch (Foxface, ring a bell?) just died. I don't really know if her death was irony or suicide. Irony because she practically knows everything about plants, food and resources. Suicide because she knew that she stood no chance against two still alive Career Tributes. But I have a feeling it's suicide; what do you think, Glimmer? Your name is a bit lengthy to say. Can I just call you Glim? It's much easier and more endearing. Silence ensures. Silence means yes then, ha. So Glim, here's the thing. Remember that Victory Tour? Well, I have to go [against my own will]. They used Connie against me and I can never afford to lose my little sister. Not after... Carlene.

I'll make sure to mention you in every District. I promise you that.

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February 13 | 10:33 A.M.

Dear Glimmer,

I leave for the Victory Tour the day after tomorrow. That's going to be two Districts per day. I wonder what it's like in your District. Probably full of glitz and glamour - like the Capitol. Only a little less luxurious. But I'm really excited on how life runs around in the other Districts. It would be better to see every District with you; but this damn coma of yours is getting in the way. Nobody's telling me how you got into this situation. Why won't they tell me, Glim? Is it that bad that they think I might not handle it? I don't have to know because I want to know. I can't stand to see you like this. I swear on my life - I will get to the bottom of this. You know how I am when I want to know something.

I can be very persuasive.

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February 14 | 1:23 P.M.

Dear Glimmer,

Happy Valentine's, ally! I brought you Dandelions instead of Roses. Roses are too stereotypical for me these days. Have you ever experienced falling in love? I know I have. It's been a long time ago, actually. I suppose a puppy love. What? I was 16 by then. I wonder if you ever fell in love. That would be an interesting story. To tell you the truth; I used to have a small crush on Clove but that sort of faded away when Marvel came into her life. I guess there's one thing I would tend to fear when it comes to love; I now fear that if someone I love meets someone new, they'd forget and get tired of me. I guess some people just can't help but love someone new. Well, I'm going to your District and mine tomorrow. I'm gonna miss you, Glim. Wish me luck.

I lo-... er, I mean. I love mangoes. Yes, render that random.

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February 15 | 9:37 P.M.

Dear Glimmer,

Wariness has overcome me as I write you this letter. I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit you today. They refused for me to visit you because I'll be traveling for the whole night just to get to District Three. Your District is really amazing. And the land fields full of grasses? Remarkable. I've never seen anything more beautiful. A girl named Lux was looking for you. She mentioned that she was your best friend. Lux really misses you and she promises to visit you as soon as her Dad gets his salary. As for my District, things are going smoothly. I do, however, feel guilty upon seeing Clove's parents and her brothers, Savyon and Cynara. Life goes on, as they sum up.

District Three awaits me. Do me a favor, Glimmer. Stay Alive.

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February 16 | 11:11 A.M.

Dear Glimmer,

I wish you could wake up. I want you to wake up seeing my face instead of the ceramic white ceiling of the Capitol Hospital Room. I want my hand to be the first thing your hand squeezes. My skin to be the first you feel. They said that if I wish on an 11:11, either A.M. or P.M.; my wish would come true. I could only hope that what they say is true. District Three was cool but a little depressing. Their electronics were of same power as the Capitol. Only the peoples faces were dull and lifeless. District Four is really amazing. When you wake up, I'm going to take you to District Four's beach. I hope you like beaches. Although, there was a little awkward census in that District because when we had District Four's Traditional "Ask the Victor a question", a little boy asked,

Do you love your ally?

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February 17 | 1:35 P.M.

Dear Glimmer,

Of course I love you. What are best allies for, right? You're amazing Glimmer; but I didn't mean it as a, um, romantic gesture. My love for you is as deep as our friendship. Anyway, how are you doing? Are you dreaming about things that you've wanted? Are you hearing the voices of your sisters? Your brother? Your Mother? Your Father? Speaking of Mother... I'm curious as to why I never saw your Mom visit you. There are so many things I want to know about you. Is it bad to be curious? I do hope not.

Well, crap. Brutus is pounding on my door. District Five wasn't really that interesting. I'm off to District Six. This is gonna be fun.

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February 18 | 9:55 P.M.

Dear Glimmer,

I bought you a scarf from District Eight. They make weird clothes like the Capitol; but a little more formal than those frilly Capitol Fashion. It's green. I hope you'll like it. I thought that it would match the color of your eyes. Nothing interesting in Seven. Just the occasional fake claps, to be exact and cheers and honorary crap. It's pretty much depressing to tell you stories about the other Districts when you're laying unconscious on a luxurious Capitol Hospital Bed in a coma. What sorcery has brought you to this state? I swear, Glim. I will lose all self control if I don't find out soon. I will get to the bottom of this.

I promise.

"Do you see what we've done? We're gonna make such fools of ourselves."