12/9/2075- The Day Of The Reaping
Katniss Everdeen. In the Hunger Games.
To be honest, I'm not that worried. She's always been... Well, able to survive. But with Peeta? I don't even know. Somehow I wish I'd volunteered... But then I think of all the other people. Mrs Everdeen. Prim. Rory, Posy, Mother. They NEED me more than Katniss ever will.
For a start, Katniss was the Everdeen's food supply, so extra hunting for me. Extra putting myself under danger. It makes me angry the Capitol do this to us. That's why I mentioned it to Katniss the other day, we could run away. From them. From the haunted ways. From everything. We could be free. I don't know why she declined. Maybe she's too young?
No. It can't be she's too young. Though she is a few years younger than me, I've always seen her as my age. After all, she's as clever as me. That's almost why I'll think she'll live.
I've got my money on her. Who wouldn't? She's a healthy young girl with supreme hunting skills.
And then here's me, safe and sound in District Twelve. Even if the worry of her death still rests upon my shoulders everywhere I go, I'm still safe.
But really, that's what I hate.
15/9/2075
The days have passed in a blur. Hunting, cooking, selling. That's all they've been. It's weird, doing it all without company. I almost feel lonely. But then there's that sensation of being completely alone, the stillness in the air, the peacefulness. You can hear everything from the blowing trees to the rippling lake.
I want to stay out of The Seam as much as I can. Every time I re-enter over the what seems dead wire, a flood of memories wash over me, and I can't help thinking of Katniss out there, with Peeta and Haymitch, drunken, heartless Haymitch, for company. Does she miss me? Does she even remember me?
I'd do anything to get those questions answered. The games have turned me into a paranoid freak.