An: Please note that for this story some of the timings will change and the events will be slightly altered.

I am most certainly bored. I have nothing to do except ponder on my hate thoughts for the Capitol and President Snow. The hospital is bleak. I feel like I will be madder than I already am unless I talk to someone. I cautiously move out of the bed and across the room. I place myself in a chair next to none other than Finnick Odair. He is looking aimlessly at the ceiling. He is very much aware of my presence but neither of us says a word until I blurt out "tell me about her".

Finnick, suddenly a completely different person begins, "We met through mutual friends as children. I remember seeing her for the first time. I was convinced that she was a mermaid, she has long red hair and seaweed green eyes, you see. She was one of the best swimmers in the whole of District Four. She was two years younger than me, so we never really thought of each other in a romantic way, even though we became virtual best friends. When I was reaped she was the only person I wanted to say goodbye to, but for some reason she never came. After I won things were different. Every year there were… things that I had to do in the Capitol. Annie heard about this just like the rest of Panem, and wouldn't talk to me for weeks after I got back each time. When her name was drawn at the reaping I didn't know what to do. I was her mentor that year. Annie was strictly pacifist, so I was stuck about what to do to keep her alive. It was Haymitch, believe it or not, who came up with the idea to convince Crane to flood the arena. By the time they got round to it though, the Annie I knew was gone. Her tribute partner, a twelve year old, was beheaded by a career. When she won she came back as a mad person. Still to this day she has breakdowns. It was during the games I realised that I loved her. When she and I got reaped she lost it. I owe so much to Mags for volunteering for her. I can't even imagine what they're possibly doing to her…" Finnick trailed off into a trance again and I, with a new sense of empathy for him, returned to my bleak hospital bed.

The tragic story of Finnick's love for Annie made me shudder. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It made me think of my situation. I will never have a love story as great as theirs. I don't even know who my true love is at the moment. Tomorrow I have to continue with Mockingjay duties. How will I be able to? I don't know. I stare up at the district thirteen regular white ceiling and white walls. Oh, what would I give to be lying in my old and very much destroyed house in the seam?

I woke up the next morning desperately twirling my thumbs. I solemnly pull on my regulation district thirteen clothes and make my way to command. Plutarch addresses the room with the information that there will be another broadcast by the Capitol which is required viewing. Apparently Beetee is going to play some of the propos during the program.

"Is it possible?" I pipe up before Plutarch can continue.

"Intelligence thinks yes." Plutarch replied. "The Capitol knows nothing of this attack, and Beetee has multiple propos to use."

I give a respectful nod and we are dismissed. I am dreading this broadcast, and hope that Beetee interrupts it enough that I barley have to watch any of it.

One week later

Tonight is the program I have been dreading all week. I am not supposed to watch this program, but a part of me has too. Finnick has gained enough sanity to give me moral support and watch it with me. We sit on my regulation bed in my regulation room (prim and my mother are working in the hospital). I can't stop thinking about what they are going to say. I think I am actually shaking but I'm not quite sure anymore. All I can think about is Peeta, Peeta, Peeta. His name vibrates through me like a constant heart beat.

"Katniss…" Finnick whispers, barely audibly. "Katniss" he pursues, a lot louder this time. I snap out of it. I must have looked like I was having a panic attack! Maybe I was.

"I'm sorry" I said hesitantly. Finnick gives a jolt/shake of the head at me. Afterwards we sit in near silence, which is only filed by empty and hollow words. I can't focus on his reassuring words. I need to know Finnick's secret.

"How do you deal with it?" I ask. Finnick says nothing for what feels like hours, but wretchedly utters

"I don't." My eyes drop to the ground, unwilling to look at his face, which I can only imagined has an expression solely containing misery and despair. However both our hands meet and clutch onto the other, unable to let go. For unexplainable reasons we slowly inch closer together. With nothing to stop us and make us see reason, we get so close that I can feel his breath. My heart is beating approximately a hundred times a second. I sense a something that I have never felt before. We are holding an intense gaze. Just as we are about to cross a line that we can never come back from, Finnick pulls away and my lips are left trembling.

"It's starting" he says softly. Suddenly the national anthem of Panem blares through the TV speakers. We see President Snow himself accompanied by Peeta. The sheer sight of him shatters my heart into a million pieces. In the first broadcast Peeta looked pretty much normal, But now he is transformed. He has most obviously been beaten, and he has a huge tremble. I nearly faint. Just as the first word has left President Snow, I appear on screen. The camera team has done an amazing job with these propos. The Capitol broadcast doesn't stand a chance, as just as one attack is fended off, another propo is aired. Eventually though, the Capitol regains control. Peeta gives a short speech about ceasefire, but the end is what sets off every alarm in thirteen.

"You, in thirteen, dead by morning."