It was dark. Everything was quiet in the early morning. With the little light given off by the slight rays of sun filtering in through the window, Katniss watched the world. Her view was impeccable; she was on the top story of a beautiful high-rise smack dab in the middle of the Capitol. She saw funny people scurrying about, people getting eyebrows colored or pink wigs fitted, people going to work (nothing serious, really, it just gave the Capitol an excuse to give more money to the people who lived there). Sadly, Katniss had become one of them. Since she had won the Hunger Games, one (really filthy rich) woman had offered her a stay in the city for no charge. Katniss took the offer (mainly to get away from the only one she could relate to anymore, Peeta, who had turned cold after she admitted she didn't love him, and Gale, who had also given her the cold shoulder about kissing Peeta) and was really enjoying it.
She had envied the ways of the Capitol since forever, but now that she was in the city, she realized it was the government that was uncaring, not the people. The people were just dumb and naïve. Not exactly a punishable offense.
Katniss was against bodily art, but she had her hair dyed cerulean (along with her eyebrows; they had to match!), tattoos (removable, of course) stenciled along her arms and forehead with fancy patterns in rainbow colors, and her eyes enhanced with vision that enabled her to see infrared and all these colors that wasn't available to her before. They weren't negative changes, she told herself. Just beautiful additions.
There had been a picture taken before the games of everyone competing. SO many dead… the only ones left alive were she and Peeta. Most of all of the contestants, though, she missed Rue. She was exactly like her sister, small and petite. She was from the farming district, though, so she could not have stayed alive along with Katniss. Katniss didn't kill her; she would have died before she did that. No, it was a terrible boy from one of the rich districts. A Career.
She looked upon herself, her old face in the photo. She was without tattoos, without blue hair. Katniss self-consciously touched her forehead, tracing the patterns. She missed her old self. She would do anything and everything to get that self back, to get Rue back, to turn back the clock. But she could never go back.
Never go back.