I have grown weary and tired of my monotonous lifestyle, even though there are countless parties and an endless supply of food and alcohol. I see no reason to continue this. Well actually, that's not technically true – I saw no reason to continue it, until he won the Games.
As we're both from District 2, it means that we are constantly thrown together as photo opportunities for the Capitol's wealthiest – a photo with 2 victors does not come cheap. He's already a favourite amongst them – popularity has been no problem; but ensuring he doesn't lose himself in this world will be a difficult job – however that is not my employment.
I made my name being the mystery girl within the Games that no one knew about – there was no gossip to spread about me, so they assumed I was secretive and covert. What they realised when I came out was that I was just shy and blended into the background. I won at the tender age of 17, and 2 years later, I'm still trapped in a game. I have to keep myself looking perfect all the time, no matter the circumstance. My hair must be tamed every day, my nails must be painted, and my make-up must be spotless. But as with all of my modifications, none of these are permanent. Every year I am allowed 3 weeks to myself where I can starve my hair of the products that the Capitol forces upon it; where I can leave off the outrageous make-up and the glamorous hair pieces. These are my favourite weeks.
If anyone saw me like this I would lose my reputation and would decrease in demand, but as long as I keep up the act, no one will ever know, and they will still scream my name. It was a thirst for survival that got me through the Games – I have concluded from little thought that the other tributes must have just been unlucky. Although I volunteered to go in, it was only as an effort to save another's life, someone who had a life to appreciate. I saw the faces of those that wanted the honour of volunteering, and it frightened me. Two years before my victory, I can recall standing at the reaping, knowing that even if my name was called, that I would not go into battle as there would be a brave warrior to stand in for me. As I heard them call my name, and looked upon the face of the girl that would go for me, I knew that I was somehow depriving her of her life or sanity. She was the Mayor's daughter and never wanted for anything, and could not think of a greater honour than to represent her district and become victor, to make her father proud. I on the other hand had nothing. I had no family to make proud, I had no home to yearn for, and no fond memories to keep me in district 2. This is why I decided to train hard and volunteer when I was ready. My skills were recognised early on, and I was given funding to further it. When I was ready, I volunteered at the reaping, and the look on the little girl of 2's face, has made every moment worth it.
Cato is fresh meat, and I know the vultures will be preying on him, so on reflection, I may look out for him a bit more than I thought I would.